My fiery passion burns for the birds of the sky.
The embracement of men,
and the sensation to fly.

Together we were such happy delights,
the amalgamation of our vows never took flight.
Our servitude for our impending plight,
and thus we were left here at the shore to die.

My thoughts were for you alone, my dear.
But as time traded us off,
we could have never see things clear.

Peradventure, the moon's gaze stares coldly upon me?
Certainly it's frozen tongue has melted you away with his
natural art of feng shui?

A mindless sensation indulged with pride and hatred.
I will strike down the moon and take back what's mine,
and as I did so, it was you who told me the mountain to climb.

And I did.
For you.

There was where I met my end,
a demon manifesting causing myself to bend.
A demolition of sorts mistreated by all of it's cohorts.
I prayed to the gods to see for my redemption,
but all I saw was his deception.

Granted was to me the power of the fire that rests in many.
Pride, justice, and the right of good will be their works,
fear is uncanny.

My light will forever scorch those in darkness.
Yet in this prison I will forever be,
never touch her skin for all eternity.