A Quest For Fire

Mountain highs, Valley lows. Given this chance to grow, In the celestial stream. It's a tributary, And I just float. Subsist; Resist; Persist; Exist; Given this chance to grow, In the celestial stream. It's a tributary, And I just float. Understand the flow better, Understand the flow...

Unfortunate circumstances, A rift in reality. Doomed to a lost existence, Drifting morality. Keep moving on, Ignore invalidity. Outcry, no response from the sky... The flame is vitality. Anonymous aberration, It's the beast that's to blame. Barbaric right of passage, Vision, to the void I exclaim. I'm taking off! Because only ruins remain. On a quest, a quest for fire. Mind determined to find the flame Yourself? Nobody. I’ve lost it all. The dew drop world, is the dew drop world. It is. For death, a frost on the ground, Six feet is not enough. Once full of life and color, Now dead pedals and dirt.

The cold. The labyrinth. The darkness. I am the north winds.

The beast itself has been unveiled, It’s aura strong and old. After this I know my strength, There’s no going home. But I still hide away. I happened upon winter, Warmth has yet to be found. Is it the light I seek? Or is it dry ground?