It was late the night we met
The moon casting its celestial glow...
It is said,
our eyes see only the surface of reality...
He comes into my room at night after the hour of...
why I do not know...
Mom and dad don't know why,
Their precious son...
Abomination,
Their creation...
Darkness is here
I can feel it...
A candle shines through fabric
Flickering, wavering...
The boy rides further to the stream
from the hillside the water seems clean...
There is nothing for you to look at here,
Nothing for you to see...
Surrounded by magic
With things we can't explain...
Are the demons dead?
Noway people say...
Lethe is one of the rivers that separate Hades...
Acheron - the river of woe...