Softly, flurries of air float past, comforting there
The lucidian hearts, having bonded so truly
The gust rolls swiftly through the cloudy air
Swirling and churning gently and thoroughly
Around the aureate construct, it does blow
With each hushed whistle, the nexus does swell
In the surrounding breeze, its brilliant gems glow
From sapphire to ruby, striving to impel

Around the warm metal, the wind is drawn
Dainty rays of light are cast down by Father Sun
Reflecting majestically as a morning’s dawn
Off of the twinkling gems, and the deed, ne’er undone
Placed into the large, spiraling pillar of gold
Energy is palpable in the perfect mixture of gem
Flares of luminosity surge as a story does unfold
Of the righteous Air and the Fire it did condemn

Through the fireblossom gardens, a fight broke out
Matching Wind and Fire in a deadly merging
And the Grand Cipher, filled with his doubt
Launched Paradox; into time converging
What of the lucidians, on the fateful day?
Sealed in time by Air and Fire?
Forever will they be locked away?
And what of the Matrix spire?