Tears of steel,
sound walls,
carving the wind,
destroying the void.
Fire storm!
Behold...
Cracks in the armor,
stopped time;
stolen, never returned,
the moments.
Blue bite,
white gold spheres
filled.
Concentrated power,
cutting edges,
gaze,
sparkling eyes.
Lumirassu ssës'udal e'um
but distant is the place.
Absolute calm,
perpetual oblivion...
trapping air
remembering secrets.
No longer exists,
returns to the place
of lost futures.
There will never be ice lava.
Xhaawü mytsulondë ...
...adiós.