Lament to a Fallen Star

Fire
It burns you incessantly
Through the valor
And immortal blood
Pulsing through liquid veins
The passion of ten
Thousand lifetimes
Unfulfilled wrestle within
The burnt, charred to a
Deep, black crisp body
Defeated
Pick up thy spear,
Scion
Pick up they spear!
Star
Where is thy haughty spirit now?
Off it hast fled
Into the far reaches of
A depthless night
Taking your hope
Love and
Passion
In one low blow
Did you lose yourself
As you burnt away?
Did Gorthaur really win?
Pick up thy spear,
King
Pick up thy spear!
Radiance
Before the fire consumes
Your precious soul
Wait!
It already did.