A dream, shown to me by countless shapes.
Visions that will never leave my mind.
Voices that cry out to me.
Saddened by the wars within,
and lifted high above the crowds below.
Spirit felt promises that wind the clocks of time,
and pass me by in a sudden rage of light.
In shadows I am prophecy.
In sunlight I am death.
On water I will always walk.
In fire no one burns.
Falling far from crimson skies,
all eyes rest upon me.
Enchanting winds that call your name,
and place fear in your smile.
I have been shown the end of my world,
and the beginning of the new age.
Red is cast upon my eyes.
I dream of the rain and smile.
