Starchild

Nocturnal wings carrying us towards eternity,
over plains telling of death and loneliness,
beyond mountains that rise high into the stars,
and bow to the ancient cosmic laws.

When a god wasn't born yet,
in those days now mourned with longing,
the nocturnal lights were chosen,
to guard the old legends and myths.

So that many a wish will be fulfilled,
that a star child whispered softly,
completely enveloped in that glittering magic,
the heart set free, the chains broken.

Taken upwards by mighty winds,
that god only a weak image,
filled with love, to escape this dimension,
just a lightning as the star child ascended into infinity...