Moonlight falls on the emerald grass.
It shines upon the trees.
It lightens up one girl's face,
who listens to the night time breeze.

She sits there quietly,
listening and bright,
drinking it up as much as she can,
the darkness and the light.

She is a blessed being,
thought to others as only odd,
They tease and pester,
they poke and prod.

She is higher than them all though,
As blessed as anyone can be,
empowered by dark, fire, and earth,
and of the mighty light and sea.

They all rage inside her,
waiting for their release,
but she once she is calm,
all the fighting begins to cease.

She drinks in the moonlight,
wanting only more,
when suddenly there is a knock
upon her bedroom door.

Shadows fall upon her face,
as she turns her back to the night.
The moonlight waits and watches
the crisp oddness of the sight.

The girl watches the boy walk in,
a dagger raised in his hand.
She watches the blade sink into her chest,
and the elements escape like sand.

The boy watches her fall,
a evil smirk of his face,
as the girl's vision,
becomes no more than black space.
The elements now free
rage war in the night air,
upon the wind a voice whispers,
"All must now beware."

For evil has touched the elements.
The things that keep us alive,
the very thing that lets our race
walk and breathe and thrive.

But now that innocence is touched and cursed,
We have sealed our very our fate,
none of us shall now touch
what was known as Heaven's Gate.

Because the treacherous evil
shall make us fall,
because the evil
is among us all.

We shall never cleanse our bloodied hands,
As we sealed our fate that night,
When the boy killed the girl,
who drank in the bright moonlight.