A soft breeze from, source unknown,
Swirls within a, room not shown,
Dust of ages, coats the space,
On each surface, but a vase,
Alone it stands, on its shelf,
Glistening light glows, from itself,
A switch a lever, to throw,
Op'ning the gates, red below,
Up from and around, within,
A flame ignites, sent by him,
His minions show, and prepare,
Their master soon, will be there,
With heat and screams, he appears,
All who witness, forced to tears,
But one young boy, not afraid,
Stands up tall, legs are stayed,
The man of flame, swells to fight,
The boy erupts, in whitest light,
Down are thrown, beast and flame,
To live below, in endless shame,