A ritual of fire A feast to live for If there is true magic in the world, is it not today?

Somewhere from A to Zing, my name walled up inside, But my E’s lost in translation, like you are within I. Trapped, you need some patience, don’t forget where you have tried. Amidst an Incredible synonym. Will you make it out alive?

A symphony of souls where strings and beats guide emotions, a gathering of echoes that paints silence with sound.

I can be wrapped in feathers, or a song you're trying to remember. I'm a car that goes not so fast, yet still uses a lot of gas.

The sleeve that shrouds the hoard, Preferred to be ignored. A mist of sting or essence spent, I'm put out to pasture when my armor relents.