When fire was made, children were put to sleep
They stepped out slowly for vigil
And turn into raven to scare darkness
No breeze dare to pass by
Branches were still as quite spectator
Gathered around they all in a group
Across fields from far- flung
So was their oath to bring back sorcery
Save the virtues of dying soul.
Their silent dance screamed for savior
Thus fumes shaped into phoenix.
With secret in heart and ashes in their fist
The night was abort to camouflage morning
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