So many stories
So many tales to be told
Yet so little time for them all to be known
The heart of a warrior
The beauty of a damsel
Never to be existed
Until all is unknown

So much thoughts within our minds
With so many emotions adding to the bunch
Yet the sands of time go faster
Leaving so many unsorted
The hidden secret of stranger
The beauty of ones ugliness trapped within
Never to be heard
Until all has lost hope within

All the riddles and rhythms seem to go on
Tricks and schemes still all ahead
Yet the rivers of time quickens its flow
The eyes of fallen angel turning cold
As the heart of creature turns pure of gold
Never to be spoken of
Until all is forgotten

Songs of Old are sung
As well as songs of New
This vicious changes still go through
Pierce the heart
Slit the throat
All is lost to those blind of the truth
 
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