In just one flash, my life was done
And all my human dreams were gone.
But that was when a love was born:
A fiery sun to blaze the morn.
It was the first time that I saw,
As I have lain so torn and low,
The girl with crimson in her hair
And eyes that sparkled as they stare.
My heart had fluttered from within
As I have lain, amidst the din,
Amidst the ruins and discord.
And yet, the maiden held her sword.
A slash that pierced her grim, dark foe...
It brought me hope, and killed my woe.
That was the start of everything:
We were like birds... then, taking wing.
