Silver dust imbues the room as dainty feet stroke soft the wooden floor A feeble rest of light illuminates this odd scenario Here wherein her dismal tale is held by lock and brace She holds the sight on animas cradle far away from mortal�s gaze
Blinded by their contempt for the nature of this kind Oh, how should they ever be aware of this gift? When the sentence of repentance tears hard bleeding rifts When vanity still veils the true genesis, with sanity cracked by a dead idols priests.
Limber beasts once came to her, for she held both, the doorway and the key And for this secrets sake she saddled with the burden of reality
as clouds of red curled to abstract forms reflecting her new born agonies she knew about their envy and so she danced into the seas to take her secret to the grounds of the murky ocean deeps
drowning little soul a secret no more limber demands heads to roll let the judas race discern the truth of their paradise for a moment reveal what forever is lost in the grave of dreams where no eden can live and never can be found again
in despite of their reaching hands the goddess girl despaired and turned away and no shelter there is from this last one day where the truth of all ages yields dismay see they sense what could have been but like lambs their steps are forced into the nothingness a thousand dogmas in dissonance and the only peace lies chained by lock and brace the beauty of existence is a dream which we all awoke from