This art of yours, it's unexpected,
this fountain full of laughter.
It tastes of suns and deep desire,
it tastes of madness and creation.
How can it be, we found this fire,
under dark nights and blindness.
Now sun and moon about to crash,
with furious want and secret art.
No one can see, or understand it,
this magik old and cryptic.
It has us charmed and drunken,
It has us smiling fore' our time.
But time is crooked and mischievous,
So dare not we travel fast.
Absorbing now this mana fire,
entranced we risk now to enjoy.
Thank you for reading!