The oldest thing of man
Would be the words...

If you look into a mirror
What is it that you see...

Pain and sorrow
Love and kindness...

The clang of metal
The smell of blood...

Darkness surrounds
Light fades away...

When I was little
I felt so many things...

Shimmering gold
Gliding through the sky...

Silk Of Blood
Hard To Hold...

Misty Wings
Airy Feathers...

In the dark
Of my room...

Ethereal woke suddenly from her dream
Something had changed, but she couldn't see...

In a forest so quiet
A gold glimmer appears...