Beyond the Supernatural Artifacts

That carefree boy who recited bad poetry

Would turn bright red when he saw the person he liked

His talent never made him arrogant

When nine forces roared and surged through his spine

He drove his laughter into the earth

And forged his endless muttering

Into a beam that held up the sky

On the day the heavens fell

He bent down in silence

To shield every first-lit flame behind him

His closest friend, whose ribs had once been broken

And the world's support

He planted the fragments of the world back in early spring