Dark beams of light ricochet
Off the mirror, four fold into the Heart
The prism shatters into dust.
What can you see, say, trust?
Chasing the gleam of light
For the end of days departs
Upon us in these local parts
Where nothing ever is right.
The four fold light breaks to dawn.
All our lies wrapped together
And hearts split and torn,
But together we’re sown and sworn.
We all got our own weather
To fight until the day we’re gone.
But how are you going to stand
When your palace is made of sand?
Feet sinking, hearts dropping, lives failing;
This second of depravity falls like the night
Upon the children of light. A new world awaits.
Vasha'Lakar 