Foxfires’ Promise

  
 This is not damnation’s omen

Writ in fire ‘cross the sky

No invitation to perdition

No harbinger we all shall die.

Rather Gaia’s verdant curtain 

Holding back the dragon’s breath

The only thing that’s truly certain

To save us all from horrid death.

So when you see the sky aglow

Do not fear the end is nigh

Revel, rather, in the show;

Auroral fire from on high.