The sound of a piano floats softly through
the rooms before resting upon my ears...
My foot steps echo through these hallowed...
empty halls...
Years had passed since the sun
dusked on the kids we were, we...
Im sitting at this desk in another place and time...
way back I can not find...
Im fighting
Iat least I think im fighting...
Trash all your cities
Murder your people...
The Tale of Artemis...
Walking the beach, my hands are free
My footsteps lonesome in the sand...
I refuse to commit
a direct murder...
I hide them everday
For I can not say...
The misleader is luring me
out of the light...
O! The wild allure in your sweet repose,
Incites and ignites the passion within...