One stormy night when the wind was high
I opened my window to study the darkening sky...

As I look at the land I’ve always called...
Realization hits, this is where my beginning was...

Smooth white pearls decorating her locks of hair
She looks over the sea, Lady Isadora so fair...

A gentle breeze caresses my cheek
As I stand there on that shore...

An exhausted soldier leans on his sword
On the bloody field of battle...

Thy soul lingers on
Behind the veil of nature...

The remnants of a sword, charred and now quite...
Encrusted in the foul blood of heinous deeds...

I remember, she was pale and fragile
But her feet, her feet were agile...

Sinking deeper into your tarnished soul
The world around you fades into obscurity...

A forlorn figure in the mist, obscured by heavy...
Forsaken, might she be? Or desolate within...

The East
Beckons this soul...

The persistent silence overwhelmed
One heart among many others...