Born of Fire

Daughter born of Hell and fire,
    Lead a life all too dire.
A crown of gold to part the air,
    You were born to be Hell's heir.
You hold your own and fight for two,
    Still the demons have no clue.
All alone, but never alone,
    You will give a Hellish moan!

Fires of Hell, I scream your name.
    Protect she who bears your claim.
Through ocean and forest and flame,
    None can place her under blame.

Daughter born of Heaven and earth,
    You understand your own worth.
On your journey across the land,
    Travel in her little band
Of Heaven, Hell, moon, and, Sun,
    And to their aid, you will run.
Despite your overflowing light,
    You will face far too much spite!

Mountains of Heaven, guard this girl.
    Let her life safely unfurl.
Grace her with your undying love.
    Through the trees and high above.

Daughters born of Heaven and Hell,
    Treat each other very well.
Together you will rule the day.
    And conquer foes in your way.
Separate you will sway and fall.
    Neither one can give your all.
Each of you burn with desire.
    To end this war with some fire!