Connections forged in the fires of a burning forest
flight from the lake as the world collapses around
rogue shadow incinerates the club
the heat of passion, the heat of flame
but those Connections forged in passion don't seem to last
one by one, they all prove hollow
over time, they all drift away
a beacon of Light proves the muse a sole exception
but the exception does not counter the pattern
hollow wooden idols all burn themselves away in the end
overwhelmed by the heat of a power they could never hope to truly wield
it all returns to nothing