Shelby Merchant Follow

Plays its light in colors captured,
And and in magic discipline retained.

Who can try to speak of glory,
Not mention fire in the story,
And then say he's properly explained?

For the fire, friends I've known,
For the fire, dead man's bones,
And the veil of visions higher,
And the flame of your desire,
Become the cerement and pyre,
On the road to fire.

Icicles of winter's malice,
Turn a shack into a palace,
Crystal railing, crenellation, spear.
We use icy decoration,
To overglaze the desperation,
And with cold indifference shroud our fear.

For the fire...

You come at me, in those dreams you designed,
They still here linger, they ring in my mind,
But oh, how I wish you'd have left something more behind,

For the fire...

Certain as the night's return,
The ice and fire that one day burn,
Will, in the next day, turn to stone,
Take a closer look at yourself,
Take the hand of someone else,
Before getting lost in lands of fire, ice, and bone.

Plays its light in colors captured,
And and in magic discipline retained.