Fire

A heart a burning blaze

Love

Clear in darkest haze

Midnight

When the moon stands white as bone

Death

A heart that stands alone

A single flame

Fading in the rain

Turning into ash

By bloody ice clad lash

Within the fog of torment's pleasure

The beginning of a rainbow's golden treasure

A depth not even time can measure

where roses grow among the thorns

Within the northern light

Beneath the pitch black mirrors' hight

And stars with frozen silver light

a gold-white dove is being born

A rock of flint lighting a spark

With twigs and grass and pine tree's bark

To rise up high towards the sky

and soar like joyful butterfly