The preacher's son, found and captured;

one of the birds of Fire. Those ones are invisible

to the naked eye. He thought that the bird

would lead him to paradise. . .

Still a child of course;

but when he saw the birds

spreading their wings

flying in circles. . .

He fell through the rings of fire, the rings of time

and landed in hell's eye; crying in despair

He fell down on his knees and yelled

- Why God? Why?

Where is the promised land

that you  have once talked about?

Was it all a lie?

And kept his breath as he felt filled with horror

the mark of Cain burning on his shoulder;

 he could smell the smell of his burning flesh

and in his heart he could see a black star burning in the middle.

As the days of his life slowly passed by, he wandered

through the darkness and dwelled upon his sorrow;

untill the day he heard a voice coming from the top of his head;

instantly he fell down paralysed but still kept the bird in his hands;

 - My child. . .  Don't you understand?

before you fell through the rings of fire. . .

you where already in heaven

Couldn't you hear my plea? 

Touch your shoulders, what do you feel?

The preacher's son touched his shoulders and felt

 his wings . . . they were broken. . .

 - Come back my child. . . Give me your hand. . .

The preacher's son opened his hands and allowed

the bird of fire to fly free, gave his hand and flied;

                       ^i^ The angels flight ^i^