It shot like lighting through my chest, My nerves shocked, Nose, bleeding freely, My sense's were ablaze, In the world of my own theoretical imagination The lightning of fate, crossing in sparks She was my the sister, the flame of pale orange haze She glew transculent in the air No shadow To bear Fate, the licking flame, the one to claim and begin anew, Blew fire within her, Ash blew my grandmother, Laying softer than sand in air, A brown pastle, Light brown clay or wax Her flame lay low under black snow Already in transition towards flames anew She has no fear of days Curled lay, my mother Asleep A fire place, stoned In an old blue home With dirty windows And warm wooden floors She was a never-ending Door of doors Her flame remained true Oddly erected Stood true and bold Her flame burning red It burned through The person within Lips atune Her voice will amend My flame of fear My flame of flight My fear to slay My flame of might Death who say Death by might Sith hruth neih Zeru fu mein Sparks strike lightning Thunder cloud angry I am from what the sky cowards from in fear, Death upon strikes of white flame Fire withnotstanding Terrible Thunder Horrible Flame Fire Anew Fire Ablaze Fire, My Family For the first time Sparked again.
