Drifting with black sails
through the freezing air,
conquering ice and the dark,
like fireflies circling the moon
A flash and a crack,
like sword against sword
and the breaking of bones
as impermanent as incense,
with lives like a mirage
translucent and ephemeral
yet full of meaning;
We are clawing our way out
from these sands of time,
drifting in terror
through the ice
and the unknown future,
living brilliantly like firecrackers
and fading like worshipping smoke
