This fire burns black onyx and cold
And shadow is it's children
A plain for mirrored glass

A lone figure, a sky of white

A tear in the dimness

And only darkness beyond
This crooked path turns westwards
Adorned with a sphere of flaming stone


From the naked soil a discipline brought
Forth, thus to be learned

This discipline is the old and obsolete.
From the lands of glass


The alchemist abides the first,
The post-modern Prometheus is born.
This is truly the shadow child

The discipline of the old