At the stroke of midnight, My reign comes to a melancholy end I set off on the long, lonely journey home, To wipe off all the glitter and grime once again
Golden moon gleams bright Beast howls, writhing in torment Metamorphosis
My soul, a translucent pond, Waters clear, imbued with the light Of the golden burning sun Not a drop disturbed, Not a wave displaced, Until inevitably, Another comes along
Follow its path and seek hope Grip this dream of eternal peace
I just want to let you know, things will get better. It could take days, months, maybe even years. Regardless, brighter horizons are awaiting you. And someday, they will be golden.