The prophecies convey a dreadful end,
the words in blood are unable to mend...

I walk the hills, alone each night
until the darkness dies and brings first daylight...

You tease me with that smirk,
your sarcasm has a bite...

Lily pads moving, without a noise,
arrowheads frozen, suddenly poised...

Ancient ruins, and worlds long past,
memories and shadows are all that last...

Into the cruel world, i strive to fit,
O, joy are the days i can sit and think...

Nowhere land
is far...

That thing that fell my face
that monster of sheer disgrace...

Embroidered lovely
fallen from grace...

She sat alone in the oratory
spotting on grand rings of glory...

Follow the girl
with diamonds for eyes...

Like claws
from the gods...