This Fire We Won't Forget

The stars and the moon were silver,
The candles that burned were gold,
The fish in the water were both,
The story was expertly told.

The music that flew had wings,
The words that he read were spells,
The magic had filled the air that night,
The bodies were soulless shells.

The light of the flame caught in his eye,
And stayed like the fire of men,
When they went of to battle to fight to the death,
To never return again.

It was a light that had entered all of us,
A light that was silver and gold,
A light in the eyes of the young,
That burned five thousand years old,

It took our minds and made us one,
The better to move together,
United we rise, divided we fall,
Our legends must last forever.

In the wind of the night,
In the light of the day,
In the rain from the sky,
United we stay,

But the story was not of war,
Nor peace did its lines depict,
It was something of much greater value,
It was time that the magic had gripped.

The sun was rising again,
The spell was slipping away,
This fire we won't forget,
Thought night must give to day.