Stage One: Bloodied Flower, Struggling Spark, Roaring Maelstrom
I'm a rose
A twisted, thorned rose
Reaching up to the storm
Well, up to the fire
I'm a fire
A shrinking, cowering fire
Hovering above a red hope
And below a gray anger
I'm a storm
A reigning, raining storm
Downpouring on the kindled anger
Overseeing the jagged hope
When the storm calms—
I am a raging fire
A blazing, uncontrollable fire
Pulled by gravity and leaving anger
But incarnating an anger of my own
