And so they floated, high, soaring the midnight starry sky
Above skyscrapers, fumes and sins of yore
Beliefs of lesser men in the dark, feeling worn.
Passion, like a virus, crawling beneath the skin
While fear consumes the consciousness from within.
The centre refuses its integrity to uphold
And sensing collapse, they plan a relapse
While their amber eyes, bleed tears of gold.
From Fire, the light
Through Water, the depth
In Air, the tumultuous thought.
On Earth they hang lifeless, brazen and brokenTheir limbs left soaking as the flame of fortune is sought.