What was once illuminated falls
Into shadows now. Fate calls
Back everything to these halls.
The choices all lead back to here, have no fear.
We have been here before and so we return
To the ethereal. Dynamic goes static. Changing
Medium by which we perceive all of existence.
Unable to return the same we exemplify all we know.
Destination doesn’t matter. Our memories aren’t snow.
They don’t melt away. Good and bad we face the truth
Of space time yet remain oblivious about higher planes.
I’ll show you the halls of time where nothing ever dies. . .
Vasha'Lakar 