When one becomes two,
Spinning through a vortex of flame,
And nothing is as it seems,
As we walk a fine line between here and there,
While demons play in the street.
Flushed faces fresh from fighting
Soar through space with Light on their tails
While the shadows whisper through the trees
And fire knocks on the door to our souls.
The Dragons come out of hiding
Bursting with full cosmic power
Always looking for those who need the most.
