I will give you earth,
Wind, clouds and fire.
I will give you green
And all the you desire.
Wind will be your music
Be it yours to hire.
Be your dominion above ground open
And underneath to sate your fire.
All that walks you will be your plight
But it shall be yours to hire.
Let them upon you have their fight
Only to reclaim them when they expire.
But alone you shall be.
Alone amongst your majors and minors,
Spinning around a glowing pyre.