From the Isle of the Blessed-Junius

Bright flare, stars, mirror Down came the reign of springtide life He breathes his first breath and tries to see, But the sounds beneath cut all the lights Now that he feels it Whenever he breathes in Nothing can slow it down It's so abrupt, it's on us now Fade out of sight for another life Down the isles adorned (with all those beautiful bright lights) In the chambers He will learn how to fight To recover all the blood lost in life And he can't hear the fall of another He lights a fire up above undercovers