Moving back and forth
Excitement of face
With the demon a swarth
Forever changing fates.
Forth a reddish sun
Blazing up the night
He might had done for fun
But still remains his spite.
If it's down, fire it up
Don't let the heat be tamed
Don't free the young pup
It's not to be lamed.
Love changes it's guise
Slender then before
With just the fireflies
Pierching through wood's gore.
