Lylianas secret

Silver dust imbues the room as dainty feet stroke soft the wooden floor

A feeble rest of light illuminates this odd scenario

Here wherein her dismal tale is held by lock and brace

She holds the sight on animas cradle

far away from mortal�s gaze

Blinded by their contempt for the nature of this kind

Oh, how should they ever be aware of this gift?

When the sentence of repentance tears hard bleeding rifts

When vanity still veils the true genesis,

with sanity cracked by a dead idols priests.

Limber beasts once came to her, for she held both,

the doorway and the key

And for this secrets sake

she saddled with the burden of reality

as clouds of red curled to abstract forms

reflecting her new born agonies

she knew about their envy

and so she danced into the seas

to take her secret to the grounds

of the murky ocean deeps

drowning little soul

a secret no more limber demands heads to roll

let the judas race discern the truth of their paradise

for a moment reveal what forever is lost

in the grave of dreams where no eden can live

and never can be found again

in despite of their reaching hands

the goddess girl despaired and turned away

and no shelter there is from this last one day

where the truth of all ages yields dismay

see they sense what could have been

but like lambs their steps are forced into the nothingness

a thousand dogmas in dissonance

and the only peace lies chained by lock and brace

the beauty of existence is a dream

which we all awoke from