the heat was sweltering and cruel
as hell's periphery
when bound unto the fiery rim
tho not allowed to enter in
nor quite to be removed.
but only made to hover there
no shade and no relief.
just so the heat was sweltering
and cruel.

until the stars, when rose the wind
and spoke to mighty trees
of respite for the world below
from searing sun, it's fiery blow,
from former sin reproved.
and night bestowed on all, her care,
with lullabies and sleep.
'twas so, the stars beneath, when rose
the wind.