Six as in my senses found,
the number stood in flames,
multiplied with me and one.
The glass jar cage proudly went away
as waters cried it`s name.
Wings burn and I kiss the sky.
Beholde my storms,
materialised plagues.
I am the prodigy of light without life.
My witness at the gates,
breeds silent as my look`s take form.
I am the torch,
as fire takes me home,
I am the touch of time,
as signs still sends me down,
above