once again i ve cried unto the moon that burning flame that has guided me through all these years the lake from which you flow with eyes of fire once unlit but now alive this energy sparkling like a morning star the morning star riding the fires of the northern gold i ve searched the eye i laugh under the weeping moon i am the watcher in the skies nor the emeralds know my mark glisten to mark their presence set the enigma ablaze searching finding burn the winter landmarks that said i was there burn the spirit of cold that travel through my soul1