1. FORGOTTEN DAWN

The change in seasons wrought changes within us
Men walked about the land in hubris
We took without thought
We spoke without wisdom
We thought without reason
We lived without thanksgiving

And those spirits
Whom Nature had asked to watch over us
Wept with shame and despair at our actions
The fairies, elves and all other angelic forces
They all faded into distant memory.
Back into myth and lore.

They knew there was no reminding us
We'd forgotten where we came from
We'd forgotten our true mother
We'd even forgotten the splendor of dawn


2. TEMPLE OF WINDS

Weave, oh wicked witch!
Weave your craft upon them!
Plague, tempest and famine!

May your spells crush them!
May their lives be distraught!
Make them pay for sin!

May serpents rise from the waves
And scuttle their ships!
May golems descend their mountains
and chase their folk!
May the Deva haunt their skies
and unleash the hordes of Doom!

Weave, oh wicked witch!
Weave your craft upon them!
Punish man for all his cruelty


3. ETAIN

When the night skies open,
The stars shine.
I've been living in the dark
Like a piercing dream in my mind.


I shall not forget you
You, by whom this closed heart has opened.

Today's goodbye is the beginning of tomorrow
Even if we take separate paths now
We shall arrive at the same place...

Even if we had to run into eachother
Call it a miracle.
For we can be proud of all the days
We ran together.

I shall walk.
Take the never-fading star of this heart.

Surely a goodbye is not a period
If I go and climb the everlasting hill
I shall meet you again..

Today's goodbye is the beginning of tomorrow
If in my mind, I shall be beside you

Surely a goodbye is not a period
Even if we take separate paths now
We shall arrive at one place..

That is so;
A goodbye is the beginning of everything
Because anyone, everyone is in the middle of a journey

That is so;
A goodbye is not a period
If I go and climb the everlasting hill
Someday, we shall meet..


4. FUNERAL

I am falling.
Behind, below, beneath.
A churning tidal swarm of nothingness.
I'm blank, battered, beaten and bereft.
If love were easy to find,
then there would be world peace...
wouldn't there?
My thoughts are nonsensical.
I speak as though I have the right to be outspoken;
it's a dangerous and selfish sentiment
to think I am anything or anyone
more important or unique
than something or someone else.
Who will remember my name? No one will.
I'm laying beneath a starry sky
with nothing but my own self-pity.
Do I have anything to look forward to in the morning? Surely.
I can wake up to my own disappointment
and realize...
and remember..
that you aren't there with me.
I am falling...
and the waves only drive me down
deeper beneath the surface.


5. ANGELA'S ASHES

I'm waiting.
At the window.
Looking out.
For you.

I am watching.
Through the window.
Just to see.
To see you.

I sat down.
In the swaying grass.
Looking over the hills.
For a glimpse of you.

I'm still here.
I am still waiting.
Still looking.
For my love to come back.


6. THE CONSTELLATION PROCESS

You knew you'd get caught, but you kept playing...
Didn't you?
Yes.

And now she's gone.
And I'm sure she'll never return.
Stop pitying yourself.

They all know it.
They all think it's sad.
You're sad.

That's fine, though.
Isn't it?
Because, here, we have two completely fake identities
Spawned from one individual.

Yet, while one is based on a real person...
Both are undeniably false.

What's worse to you?
Knowing you're a liar?
Or having others know it?

Both are pretty sad.