Deep in the Night most Calm and Still,
A Fox roams, sent here by ill will,
Walking a Road of Bricks and of Boulders,
Sadness weighing on delicate shoulders,
Skin of Red and Hair of Blue,
Bearing marks from darkest hue,
Dwelling asunder obsidian sky,
Ivory Moon with Crimson Halo high,
While pondering about her Innocent Sin,
Bringer of the dormant Entity within,
Whispering to the Flower below her Heart,
Memories of love brutally torn apart,
Eyes brimming over with Liquid Depression,
Fearing the Storm to come forth from Confession,
Standing before the ominous Gate,
Awaiting her cruel and most unfair Fate,
Emerald thorns now surround the Fox,
With a Heart from Lux and a Soul from Nox,
Hands behind her back, treading at heavy pace,
The great doors open and blackness shows its face,
