Pitter-patter rain of fire,
To the coldest burns of my desire.
****** my soul so strong but weak,
And feed them to the roaring meek.

Light up all the stars so dark,
Ignite my waning cogs of spark.
Send me near a distant sun,
And let me end where I began.

Scorch me with your biting chill,
And move me with your thoughts so still.
Blow my mind in the gentle gust,
And polish all the gems of rust.

Nothing triumphs every fall,
Of shortest ego standing so tall.
Grief will laugh and joy will weep,
To the beauty of the ugly sheep.