The embers of a dying fire shine in the black night of life
It has been through much and more no matter the strife

Through his life of burning clamour he has accomplished all
At the dawn of life he started as twigs and stones

Reaching for the light of day, he was at first quite dull
A little innocent spark, quickly consuming fat and bones

He grew, quickly grew, into a majestic blaze of colours
Venting his beauty to the four corners of the world

The proud fire danced with the wind and laughed with thunder
He respected the earth and feared the water

The mighty blazon of strength was also feared and respected
He gave warmth to some and burnt others

But the dimming light of eternity was the signal of the dead
As fast as he grew, the fire was leaving for the aether

He lied there, battered and shaken by his hard and beautiful life
But his embers never extinguished, do not despair

For a great story is never forgotten,
The embers are reborn.