The Four shine

Where stands a marker in the darkness
Bringing matter to the lack of any
Where the origins bleed into one another unevenly
This is the first shine

When things come to stand a little closer
Better to breathe and more to stand
Would there bring in part of the methods
Brought to one by the second shine

All one can see is the hearth is cracked
Broken in its part, the ways that build up
Taken in heart and sides of the desire
Never is the weathered by the part
This brings the third shine

But never does it see, as it stands to be gained with its place
Such can be seen as the four shine.