You, my warrior, are Malcyon.
You climb up high, fire to sky.
You brush with death, fire to breath.
And all who follow, follow to die.
Malcyon, from you I shy.
You, my friend, are Malcyon.
With wisdom you flourish, fire to nourish.
With anger you craze, fire to raze.
And all who follow, follow to perish.
Malcyon, your fire I relish.
You, my lover, are Malcyon.
Your sweet embrace, fire to taste.
Your nurturing tone, fire to bone.
And all who follow, follow in haste.
Malcyon, with you I waste.
You, my sovereign, are Malcyon.
She that burns, fire to burn.
She that kills, fire to kill.
And all who follow, follow in turn.
Malcyon, for you I yearn.
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