When Bitter Spring Sleeps
Flames that Taste the Rain
Two powers intertwineOn this cold grey afternoonSmell of wet leaves on the breezeBetween the bitter smoke of oakenwoodAmbrosial breath of fireSinging its mysteriesAn alchemical transformationShifting one form to the otherFlames that taste the rain shimmer then flicker in the windRising eyes if fire that blink as they waver and dieCountless tendrils blazing silver streaming groundwardA doorway to awakenings
From Letras Mania