And how I lust for the dance and the fire,
deep of the nectarine sunset to drink.
Spill me the wind and its fire,
to steal from the colors - I'm the moonshield.
Shattered hope became my guide,
and grief and pain my friends.
A brother pact in a blood-ink penned,
declared my silent end.
Naked and dying, under worlds of silent stone,
reaching for the moonshield that once upon us shone.