We of U'reil
Finest gold made of white hot flame
The Fyre the We of U'reil can tame
The warmth of the flickering god
Is in our in Hands to mold
Still you see our Flaming hair and think us odd
Our pale skin under the moonlit night
And over Our Fyres light in darkest night
Of Us you hear lyric and song
How We burn the land to Ash
Of the Rivers of Our Flames
The majesty of Our Glow
We, The Ones of the Fyre
The Wisps of Whispers
The Spark of the Pyre
We, The People of U'reil.
The Subconscious Shield
Inside of each of us,
Is our own protective defense.
Providing protection from hurt (and truth) ,
By means of isolation and separation,
From others, that we deep down,
Know will only cause us pain.
So should I fight my own shield?
Why do I need to be protected,
From one whom I truly love?
They say, sometimes the hardest battle,
Is within yourself.
So how do you fight when your against yourself?
What weapon do I use to combat myself?
Isolation and separation of course
But not people, instead form these thoughts and my mind
Distractions and illusions are my weapon of choice
In this war of mine
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