My feet on the ground,
My head in the clouds;
I stand alone
And laugh at the gods.

My blood, runs cold;
My heart, is dead;
My fragile soul,
Is now steelclad.

I have more faces
Than a room full of mirrors,
Though they hide nothing
One should bother to fear.

And I dance on the edge;
Like a dervish I spin;
In excess I find balance
And in chaos a rhythm.

On wings I will,
I ride the winds I dream;
I do not fear loss
And I don't hope to win.