Lock and stock, the memory,
Fired, fearless, ashen weeping.
Turn by turns and turn to embers,
Spring to flames and rise in pyre.

Call the fire, call to battle,
By lake and liar, fold and fortune.
Bloody hands and sleepless sessions,
Copper, fiber, feed the embers.

Plant the egg in resins weeping,
Sing down the wind and come to fortune.
Await the fall, return to ashes,
Feed the flame in memory.

Rise again, the death of winter,
Blaze skywards, starwards, ever singing.
Chase the call by sun or moonlight,
From despair to joy, the phoenix weeping.