What if my roar should silence all I crave? And in your course, I seem a passing fire? Still, hope does burn beyond what caution gave, That stars might bind our paths in warm desire.
A Lion’s Roar Beneath the Stars
Light a Flame
If stars must wander, free to fly, then tell me—are we meant to try? Or will this light, so fiercely bright, fade to embers in the night?
XVI The Tower
So here we remain, in this twilight refrain, caught between freedom and comfort’s chain.
Zenith IRLs 