The children fade, Swallowed by The abyssal maw overhead, Just waiting for more prey
Woven into silver starlight, Are the hopes and dreams Of all those who dare to believe
The dark flower, mysterious And demonic in its pristine beauty A curse of immortality, Passed down through the ages
An island, crafted from Broken memories and Bittersweet dreams, Lone sanctuary for those Stumbling in the dim darkness
If you hold hopes and dreams in your heart, then put in the effort to make them a reality.