The energy of my creation stops to pause,
Cycles of pain that were destined to end,
Wither away and give birth to the dawn.
Patterns of light and dark are weaved inside,
Order and chaos wedded in harmony,
What is past and broken is brought back a-new,
That which is not is called forth to show.
Cycles of the moon foretold me this day,
When the wheel would stop, the patterns dissolve.
Joined with water the time of re-birth is here,
The bird of fire is within and by my side,
As i journey onward and take the next step.
~Cycles End.~