His mind is clouded with black judgement.
Fear of what was and what could be...

I am the sad prophetess,
seeing only the dark and evil that is to come...

It's the dawn of the day we surrendered;
forever lost in time's old vaults...

Sunshine, butterflies;
not as nice as my love's eyes...

The sun creased the sky,
but why...

Boris was a fairy eating dragon.
One night at the bar, after a flagon...

Sometimes I am the greatest
and sometimes I am the weakest...

So who are you,
in this dark recess of my mind...

Her lips were the color of cherries
and I'd touch them with my finger...

"Say when
And my own two hands will comfort you...

With eyes as sweet as moon's first glow
and lips more tasty than any cake I know...

Bubble, boil, and turmoil.
A heart of glass and soil...