for now they dance as hateful flame.
Success is just one step away,
yet mistakes make perfection sway.
I have no love for you! My teacher.
nor for the gifts of clarity,
nor for the gifts of fairness,
for those I have receive none.
What I have
is a stamp of grave
of merely incompetence
outside lurid intelligence.
I wanted to shout
Judge me not
for you have no right;
yet I know I better not,
since that will be the night
of my last flight
towards any acceptable plight.
Ah fate, once again I wanted to shout
You have forsaken me
yet I know better not
since breaking will only flatten
the little hope to be great.
I see,
eyes of vermilion,
I sing,
words of oliven.
Once again, for better or for worse,
this is the path I have chosen,
thus even the slight wish that is frozen,
will not mark me shame.
I will dance to the crimson flame.
