Unafraid of the screams and horrid dreams
I march through the darkness alone;
My resolve hardened from years of pain and unceasing turmoil,
Praying for heavenly rain to cool the blood that boils;
My golden crown weathered and heavy,
I cast it aside, again to be reclaimed,
When I am reborn flawlessly in light,
With blue fire scorching the darkness of night,
Finding diamonds and precious metals unclaimed,
Resurrected in the clouds and protected by blue stars
With a new name, triumphantly declaring my return,
With beauteous eyes of white diamonds, with pupils of blue flame.
Beautiful Thoughts 