There can be only one
He looked over his shoulder at the gigantic sphere, which turned through the fragile cosmos with an intricately complex, haunting melody. The light danced like fireflies in his eyes as the diamond of her soul was melted into quicksilver.
One shaft of light that showed the way
She gave up a prayer with feeling, hands raised up in her outspread hair.
This flame that burns inside of me is here in secret harmonies
She had had dreams and he could see every colour of every scene.
One dream, one soul, one prize, one goal
With a silent whisper he reminded her of the truth:
No mortal man can win this day.
He drew the flickering image into the endless space between them and exhaled into her parted lips.
There can be only one….
Bring glorious, ardent, lovely, fam’d desire, and warm my bosom with your sacred fire