Poet with quill in hand put the words to light
In his heart he knew the out come of his night
Yet he wrote a verse so true it gleams
And she the maker of his heart
Sealed it in the fire of dream

There were four stars that graced the heavens high
On the mantle of heart
Her true love
Did die

From out of the fire of hell they rode
A drove free and trite
Out of the fire of pure
They lit the night sky
A kiss upon her lips
She new that he would die
For passion gave as it did save
A lover and I

Now don't you nod your head
And don't cry
For in the wisdom of the fire
Still lives you then I

Come watch the pyre
Write its long lost song
Sing as my spirit
to the stars belong

the night was cool as the riders came on strong
from the fire of hell
one hundred fifty strong
they drank and sank back to time

a truth of spirit bread upon the dirge
of rhyme

Brother sister too
Remain the passion of living
In clouds of hue and blue
Fire is the cost of purity

So live as free
As your souls
Can be

A piece of dust for eternity

Words and memories live beyond
The test of man
In the fire of the pyre
Rides high the poet's hand