The Power of the Fire
Is like the melody of a Lyre
The Beauty of the Light
As she strummed it right

As the environment shine
From a single element
It can transform as needle's fine
A slice of a cold metal is its dent

A cloud touches my ear
Is the sweetness I hear?
A instrument from a wood
Can make such beauty as it could

Like a shield and a sword
They can be combined as a word
My evaluation is not worth it
For its art is too great to evaluate