Oh, red bird with wings ablaze,

Your love for the sun knows no bounds,

Your soul aches to be in her gaze,

To bask in her warmth, forever found.

Like Helios, the sun god of old,

She reigns supreme in the sky,

Her radiance a story told,

To all who look up and wonder why.

But alas, dear bird, you are no god,

Your mortal wings cannot enter her kingdom.

For Zara holds her throne high upon heaven's door.

Still, the red bird flew higher in the sky,

Its wings a blur of red and gold in the sun's flaming light.

Its black eyes shining bright,

Its black beak gleaming with might.

Your fate is not to bask in her glow,

Your wings can only take you so far,

To the limits of what you can know.

Yet still you fly, still you sing,

Your love for her a constant flame,

Your beautiful melodies ring through the ether.

As you dance in her light,

Though you may never touch,

Though you may never be by her side,

Your love for the sun will never waver,

It will always burn bright,

Like the stars that pierce the coming night.

So fly, my red bird, fly and sing,

Embrace the rays that hold you.

For though you may be mortal,

Eternal life is for those that know;

Love is the only light that guides you.