fly, foolish, fearful children! fly,
cast away the shackles that try to hold you down
to the ground and spread your raven wings
and think not of silly things like faith and
hope but kick up the sand -run , roar, soar
and flap your wings more but don’t look back
at the children who lack your beautiful wings,
young kings who watch with hollow eyes ‘til the flame
makes them all the same: piles of crying ashes
piles of laughing sashes and piles of smiling bone -
there’s nothing left to see, fly home, young ones!
fly away from the flames, oh young ones of the night, fly!
take flight and soar into the boundless night sky, the endless velvet!