The bellows are burned
The ire is consumed in the fire
Nothing is learned
You leave the ones you desire
The finger points to you but that is nothing new
Thunder and fire also created you
Mesmerized by a myriad of mirrored faces
Trace the scars back to all those hidden places
You see yourself sitting naked on the sand
A promise and a prophecy in each hand
You mirror a mirage moving alone
You call out but it is gone
A ripple of gasps from behind a curtain
You part them only to enter oblivion
