An enigma of the past origins unknown darkness backwards vast A seed becomes full grown
References of a ghost with all certitude gone yet the mirror reveals the most from whence you've been drawn
Unless one day you meet A child bequeathed by you, hope doth ne'er retreat ere the scion in your view.
The eyes that shine the same as the wings of the moth, drawn to the same flame, cut from the same cloth.
コメント