A flaming grain birthed from heavens rage, did plant
Upon soft soil, and flames flowered upon the land.

Pollen of death did seed the air as all was consumed
In its beauty spreading its birth on new ground.

All who envisioned it where silenced, and ash was
There rebirth as they were as everything nothing.

A seed feel from the darkness and brought its birth
To our land, petals fell and silence rained down.