Silver salamanders crossed my path
echo’s arising of an ancient wrath.
Furious fires of enflamed eyes
looking into me and recognise.
Need to move now very fast
or this moment will be my last.
Their yellow eyes filled with fire
rob me of motion ,and all desire.
Remember when you were here
the silver ones say, dim reminders
rise in mind, why have I been so
My journey has been aeons long
been formed within many skins,
the salamanders are just here to say
we will be you, one bright day.
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