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
