The day moves so slow upon this dreary day,

A day filled with hope drenched in the doubt of darkness.

The rain of despair upon the spirit of the living shadows,

The silver slick liquid trickling down the Ruins of Lost

Glittering like stars of the past in the sky of cities

The tears of the forgotten seeping into the world of the oblivious

A flash of light, but a small hope to capture attention of those willing to listen

Those with ears of light and hearts purer than the white snow itself

Remembering those lost among the vast elapsed history

From the small seed of the flash of light, the star of purity shines through

Dispersing the ire clouds of the forgotten lords,

Shining past the hatred of the lost spirits

Opening the skies once more to the purity of light