To dream of a day without
Any worry, trouble, or doubt...

“He always walked with sinners”
They lie...

A gift of violets for my hearth and home
Her love of gold as mine alone...

Its 6am and the anchor man tells
Of a tale to forget by dawn...

Youthful soul who risked your prayers
Do not let your mind be taken...

The old and faithful Spriggan
As dark as the vast cold Stygian...

Not as powerful as the gods
As we made them to be...

Lea of spring
Of autumns air...

We were raised by your many hands
To hold and guide us all...

At the end of his laughters
Returned home to empty chairs...

If we forgo pursuing truth
Then we allow ourselves to die...

“Your friend is there
Within the walls...