The Intermission

Autumn, the Beautiful:
-Is it raining, dear child,
Where dost thou wander now?
Is it raining once again, or is it only thy tears?
Sweet innocence,
No longer a passion within their eyes
Ablaze with thy fury
Of denial and tainted dreams.

Now see what lies beneath this mask.

Benevolence Unmasked:
Why do these gentle teardrops endlessly mock me?
The pureness of simplicity
As my only true companion.
For it shall be there for me always;
Even when I am no more.
This, a paradise for fools,
Stained black with tears of blood.
From mine eyes so empty
Their glimmer hath faded with the sullen
Kiss and piercing caress of a century.
Oh, how this mirror lies to me!

Autumn, the Beautiful:
The voices that haunt us evermore only this euphoria of
Suffering remains.

Wisdom:
In silence I scream out for one existence; faithless wanderers
As my children take not from me this image of frailty, but give
Unto a glimpse of the beauty lost beneath the scars upon my
Faith and my freedom, my passion, my pain.