I have been dreaming I was a lucid light
Shinning through the army of black-hooded robes
I have been waiting for the day when the skies would ignite
When the stars would set fire to the darken night
This place now forms a hollow in my heart
The light sleeps and blackness cradles my broken crown
The air is finally cold, I look up only to see the pale-faced children
Black-hooded, looking down at us with terrors of fears and forgotten memories.
I can see the purple sky dripping into the blue and gray horizon.
And the little white heads forming the path to the heavens.
