Deep underneath, the stone churns.
The lava is solid and the grass is ice.
A soft shield slightly softens me,
I am comletely unconsious.
The light is brewing in my mind-
My mind is completely still to the forces.
The forces speak to the light,
and it softens me slightly
The light then goes out in a fuse-
and I awaken, stuttering and moaning
the ice grass unfreezes,
and the lava starts moving again.