The Coming Of The Moonbeams

In my mind,I feel a spark.
Feel the waves of a crimson heart.

How I long to go back to those days,
before I was born,
The way I was then...
The power storm.

Oh,I know that i'm back to my true form.
Back into the past,
Back into my once glorious norm.

Sawdust embers,
On My flesh.

Colder now,
But less repressed.

Past lives crumbled,
Past lives fell...
But now there back as is times blue spell.

And heavenly,
I sleep to dream...
The coming of the moonbeams.