Throne of Flame
One day I dreamt
A frightful dream;
It made me weep,
It made me scream...

I saw myself
Upon a pyre,
Tied to posts,
Catching fire.

I saw my friends
Through blurry tears,
With saddened heads
And patient ears.

I looked at Nate
And asked Michelle
That my last requests
Be granted well

And I was sad,
For I would die;
Nothing more
Could I now try...

But I was glad
For I had won;
And with my death
Would come the sun...

And I was sad,
For I'd be gone...
But in my abscence
Would my cares live on...

So as I died
Before I woke
I recounted the test
That I had took

And it was good
That I did succeed
For many strangers
Would it help feed.