Hidden from the cruel common treachery
held in the deep dark side of the bright moon...

There stands that symbol of love
The blossoming dark bleeding rose...

I hate you
for what you did to me...

Why are you calling to me
Your love for me is surpassed...

Standing
in the pathway...

Sharp slashing steel silver blade; a sword
carried by the man in black cloth...

If stories could be told by the trees of
what would they tell us? lovers? wars? great men...

Silver blossoms on a tree,
a tree that leads to fairies...

One:
You say God crys...

Today i lost my sanity
that which was keeping me going...

In the dark of the night
the rain blurs all sight...

Archer
my fighting elf...