The Fire Ignites
Into the cool of mother earth,
his body lain for a day.
He emerged to the immortal birth,
but an immortal he would not stay.
The fire ignites into his soul,
his mind is captured before the sun.
To rule the mortal children as his own,
so alive he believes his purpose done!
Songs of the righteous are his task,
"I am Larca! I am their God!"
He pulls his disciples from death's grasp,
"You must serve me, we have this bond."
Only he knows what the mortals bestow,
through the ages he tries his best.
To council, to argue, and to show,
"I will be the only one immortal left!"
