Burn through centuries, burn by emptiness Surrounded by obscured Characters from your past This night he joins them Stand forever in the ashes of
He is beside skulked not hidden He looks and listens for the omen of the right time To open the gates for them... He is not a guard of the gate He
Shouts and cries filled that night Meaningless words flooded the Stars The time and the unguarded moments have come The time for a moment of brightness
undying love. Within ghostlike rapture the final word was mine. She faced me in awe. 'twas a token of ebony colour. Embodied in faint vapour. Wandering through April
