O the fire,
Amber fire.
Stranded deep inside my soul,
Like a nuclear missile,
Fired from the distant shore.
On the amber floor I’m standing
In a ring of Chrono-storm.
I’m my own trial making,
For the sake of fire over all.
In a light-stream I am walking,
Never ending, ever bright.
In a black storm I am standing,
Shadows tearing me apart
I shall never stop this trial,
And perhaps I’m in denial,
Nothing matters anymore!
With exception of fire,
Fire deep inside my soul.
Ever burning, ever hungry.
Ever asking… more, more more!

O my fire,
Take away me from it all.
From the gray-ness of the city,
From the winters, from the cold.
From depression and regression
From darkness of the night
From the emptiness inside me,
You make everything just right.
O my ever dancing fire,
My insatiable desire,
For you I wake up every morning,
And for you I go on mourning,
For you I fall asleep at night.
Because I know you’ll keep me bright.
You are my interpretation,
My divine inspiration.
And for you I will rebel,
As you hold keys to my cell.
You’re my angel
You’re my call

To awaken from the darkness,
In the ring of Chrono-storm
I shall thus encase this fire
In my very heart and soul.

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Creation time: one week
Acrylics, Photoshop CS4
Real size: 8'000x11'000 pixels or 100x74cm print