Empress of night, passes daylight. Mysterious being, hides from seeing. Philosopher small, who knows all, thread of life, death's thrall.
With eyes unseen, observes the realm of living. Carried on silent wings, odd are the ways of it's kin.
Walking the path… Into the forest... Over clearings, by streams… Follow dim winds!
There where nature is grim, forget about your sin, put your soul on rest, you're nor first nor last.
Memories of the past, so full of greed and lust. Desolation is here, tears that pour inside. Under night, when unseen flies. Below the trees, where unseen abides, I want to see, what can not be seen, what can not be, death by one's gleam?
By one's gleam?
Yellow eyes watching, for him from above. Foreteller of doom. Nature's harbinger I assume?
Footprints of many others, have they ever been seen again? I'm on my own now, as my mind clears. No rose without thorns, only thorns without a bloom. No salvation for my past, though i know i'm not last!
Sins of the past, now burried under soil. Desolation won't stay, won't live another day. Under night, when unseen flies. Below the trees, where unseen abides.
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