A dream of a nest among the stars

That cradles the sleeping ancient one

Whose now closed eyes were the first to see

The trail that leads away from humility



Through the eyes of a raven he watches

In utter scorn and dreamlike aversion

Those who cannot conceive the delight

Of being speared by his black horns



In a void devoid of all love and joy

A fire shall burn at the arrival of dawn

Ignited by a hope that this morning

There will be no one to see it's grace



In the lone halls of the void

The steps of the of the high heels resound

And in the northern aurora

There remains only one shining star