The lost blue moon,
Is nothing more than a
tale;
Triggered by a ripening
star,
That bears a pitch black
hole.
The past is dead,
Resurrection is futile;
Yet the ghost is calling,
Like a bard that lulls.
Those are hope but more
of a dream,
As darkness utters its
words unto thee;
Pursuing the savage flow,
Vanquishing thy very
soul.
I am but a dream teller,
Who’s hindering the
Sagrada Familia;
A ship sailing the great
seas,
Sunk by a siren’s song.
I am summoning the
guardian of time,
The keeper of all wisdom;
In wait of the finite,
As all is but one.
The age of the fallen
shall end,
A new light shone;
A shadow made to
reflection,
The mark of
absolute victory...
-AFDHAL-
