The warmth that see the chance
Imagine a stonelit contortion
Sprawling itself at a glance (anger!!)
Shadows shaded yellow
Both shredded and tapered flames
Reaching at a constant level
Rising, rising, "combustion"!!!

The blue light a the bottom
Surely sets the stage
For the radiant dancing
Of the flares of the sun
Feel them burn!!!

The heat that you feel is friction
Creating a scar that sees
An everlasting reflection
An everlasting appeal (pain!!!)
Shadows shaded yellow
Both shredded and tapered flames
Reaching at a constant level
Rising, rising, "combustion"!!!

The blue light a the bottom
Surley sets the stage
For the radiant dancing
Of the flares of the sun
Feel them burn