It is said,
our eyes see only the surface of reality...
It was late the night we met
The moon casting its celestial glow...
This is the end.
I fought long and hard to get here...
A pretty little girl
Sitting in a tree...
"Do it," it whispers.
"One throw and you're done."...
Trying so hard to be delivered
but they are screaming my name...
The night sky so brilliant and bright
Dragons everywhere in my sight...
Cloud of black, and skies of grey
Clockwork City is back to play...
When the black doves fly
the shadows grow as they pass by...
Fingers of mist come through the darkness
cold hands seek to steal hope...
So very broken is,
Everything I left here...
The gray stones are brittle
The shackles pull on my wrists...