The little wizard sat on the rooftop of his all too lonely house,
His feet dangling in the air,
above the world,
Beneath the skyline.
His eyes towards the night,
His hands reaching to the stars.
"Bless me, little fires, teach me to fly."
The little wizard picked the stars from the nightsky,
Pressed them onto his heart,
Into his mouth.
"Bless me, little fires, teach me to burn up there,
rather than fade away down below."
- stories from childhood, by Solace










