Striving to survive on the darkmost life

destroying everything or everyone in sight

it is the single thing that escapes the Empty Storm

or the Beginning Rays of the rising Sun

for an eternity suffered, in one moment's second

An Apollo's song

everlasting, yet fleeting in a single strife

the immortal dreams..known imminently to never com true

a single person

thousands of faces

monotonously on and on

it is told again and again..

for it is relentlessly waiting to be finally fulfilled

yet it is unknowing that its only destiny is to live

forever in the subconscious of our minds.

it lives immortal, only in the lives who are mortal

never reaching the heaven's ears,

for it had given that up long ago

A crimson rose

the bland forsaken past,

Now forgotten,

then worshiped..