Firedance
It was always my livelihood…
Fire.
Now it's crawling across a hundred books…
A hundred books, any one of which could be used to send me back.
The flames are eating away my chances—
Yet on and on the fire dances.
I care not that my hands will burn…
The pain is nothing in comparison to what will come.
One by one, the books fall to ashes…
And each whispers, "Say good-bye to your old world."
I always lent them life with my breath--
But now those flames are becoming my death.
Capricorn is smiling…
He delights in the turmoil of my heart.
From betrayer to betrayed…
What is Silvertongue's daughter thinking?
Perhaps she laughs to see me blunder
Into the same trap I once set for her.
The last book crumbles…
My hands are burnt, and my heart slain again.
Forget it, Dustfinger…
Perhaps you knew all along there was no way back.
At least this way you know all hope is gone,
Maybe you can finally move on.