I Think

On a lonely night the sky began to doubt
A young woman rode bareback to camp
The fire was burning white hot, the night sighed

Light came down from the heavens
Coals burned the earth
Ravens the only airborne creatures wings aflame

Smoldering turf, skies aflame
The earth was reborn into the mirasse(stepback)
Hope exists again before reality is created

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