The first four is an elemental word. From nature mankind harnesses this red flower. The last three is the commute of a bird. Modern man also accomplished this power. The two words make one that glows on warm summer nights See them twinkle by ponds, magical tiny lights.

White enters a prism and comes out this way. On every continent, I’m lucky so they say. I’m wonderful the world round, and I’m musically complete. I’m deadly when I’m counted, but divine in a week.

My first five refer to a group of those famously persecuted in New Orleans My last three can lift more than ten times their own weight Altogether, we’re a legally or morally binding agreement

I share my name with a capital city; You’ll think my red color is fiery and pretty; I was born in the remnants of a Life u sending; I’m not really real, but what’s wrong with pretending?

A walk down the aisle, then one giant leap Two bound together, a trust running deep With heads in the clouds, floating on air, They forget all their troubles, all of their cares Til he pulls out a ring--a load off his back But with no strings attached, their world cuts to black What were they doing?