Written with the touch of lightning,
Flames clash like thunder from Zeus's hand.
Riding on insistent waves of violet passion.
The burning tongues of flame fly in the winds,
And lick the skies.
Always running to the destined path,
Searching like a nomad to be free.
Seek and ye shall find,
To find the arms, to find the passion,
To find the creativity and to find the leap.
Burning the unneeded materialism,
And riding on the stars to the feminine nurture within.
The cry of freedom echoes in heaven's hallways,
Hooves of electric light clop on the marble floors.
Determined to find meaning and expression,
I can only be the one and only,
Fire Horse.