When you call upon fate to be your dance around the fires of stars

When you call upon fate to be your dance around the fires of stars, Do not do so with half a soul, or better not do it at all. Risk the entire universe or leave the dice in the crossroad of the night. If you plunge into the battle with destiny, plunge to the end of the world, It may cost you the love of your life or your ancestral home, You may find yourself wandering through wastelands of oblivion, When the mind detaches like a leaf deceiving the autumn wind. Face everything, with your chest open to the fierce arrows, You may become the starving shadow haunting under the clear moon, You may shiver, frozen, in the steel song of an abandoned park, You might find shelter in the cold dungeon of the world, To endure the mockery of seeds that refuse to bloom, Isolation, the ice flower, but also the gift bestowed upon you, All are steps towards the altar where doubt is sacrificed, To test how vast is the longing for ascension within you, And you will continue to climb, even when you feel you can no longer, Even when the herd of stars seems to waver and fall. If you gather the courage to fall into the abyss to learn how to fly, Do it with everything, there is no ecstasy like that, You will be in the sacred solitude where gods bow their knees, And nights will blaze in a carnival of divine flames. Dare to be, to be endless, in all your splendor, Dare to be whole, without resignation and with all your longing intact, For you will navigate through pure existence towards an endless laughter, And that, oh that, will be the only battle that will bring you peace.