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Darkening, somber destiny

Races straight and proud, in gallant wait

The grime swells to strangle the fairness

Risen from the monument of atrocity

Transcend the allegory prevailing and trite

Rip the veil, insight the core, to see its affectation

Maybe the veil itself is woven of truth

Fester, the semblance of beaming realm

Glossy shards cracked, the taint unfolds

The moon reveals the genuine beauty

Hidden within inhuman crude walls

"We are all mere autumn leaves

One to drown and moulder into moors

One to wither among the trees

One to fall into the river

And he carried to the distant seas

A destiny chosen for them, not by them

In the lunar lights I gain the force to transcend

Cut the thread of fate, in moonlight I stand

Before the tower of ivory and gold

Wrapped by its splendid warm light

Though I see the rifts with boiling filth beneath

Uphill the tower of severe stones

Blackened wood, ominous gleam

In the lunar light I transcend, the veil and core...

I step the archway uphill to enter the darkside

Not as a grain in the desert

But the apple of dark eye itself..."

I saw fear in the old woman's eyes

In the shrine at the edge of the forest

When beams of sunset coated the cross

Red, as aflame

We both sense the omen of approaching dusk...