My Birthday Present To Pyro-Dawn Tyromant Poem by Chanoro Flashfreeze

From the sky, a star did fall, with blinding light, it silenced all,
It fell to earth, in all its glory, for aeons we will tell the story,
On entry, it broke up and burned, but to a shining form we turned,
The figure of a golden child, its features strange, its hair all wild,
A trail of fire, in its wake, as it walked, the ground did shake,
The boy walked on, the crowd amazed, his unruly hair, continued to blaze,
Until he came to one old mage, who blinked at the heat but kept his gaze,
He put his finger to the brow, of the child, who somehow,
began to grow, and brighten still, and he kept growing up until,
The mage broke contact, the light grew dimmer, but still the heat made the air shimmer,
Then from the crowd, stepped forth a group, a varied, different and colourful troupe,
They welcomed him with open arms, and he was dazzled by their charms,
he smiled and then, began to grin, at each new friend, who greeted him,
He laughed a laugh, that sent a shower, of fiery lights, that burned for hours,
up and up they soared and spun, twinkled and dimmed, one by one,
The sorcerer, took him home, and brought him up, as if his own,
The boy grew older, until one day, the mages came back, with something to say,

They said: Happy birthday, Pyro-Dawn!