A spark ignited on a long dead plain
Scorched broken ground wraps in gentle embrace
A damaged man covered in ash
Scarred and still a never born god, abandoned
A light less sky, filled with forlorn winds
A spark ignited on a cold hand

Warmth flows from this point of light
A finger twitches, the body shudders
A fragmented memory of tortured earth
Grey lifeless skies begin to know
The first ideas of colour
Warmth flows again for the first time

Heat pushes from a glowing ember
A creation of flame that bites at the gloom
Burning the hand it rests upon
The fingers close, a lifeline felt
Eyes flicker and open to the grey
Heat pushes and the pain is welcome

Flame licks the edges of dry flesh
Covering the hand in sheets of fire
The darkness retreats as the hand is held
High into the air the man stirs sitting
Light illuminating the world around
Flame licks the edges of the earth

Fire rages across the body
The pain is vast, the heat intense
The world can be seen as whole again
If he can but see through the pain of beauty
A world shown beyond the ashes
Fire rages across life born anew in glory

A man walks, around him a plain lives
Light shines on untainted ground
Glories spring to life in wondrous burst
A god has woken in love and laughter
The pain forgotten to the splendor before him
A man walks and joy follows in his path

How long until the fire burns out, the body cold
To fall once more lifeless and still
To be covered in dust, held gently by earth
And reborn in fire.