A new time it was,
a time of love, a time of darkness,
When sanity and insanity merge
Leaving just nothingness, emptiness.
The lark has flown to another garden
leaving behind a barren forest,
a never ending desert of broken dreams
of hollow words, and promises.
The merry laughter, the gay heart
the smoke, the songs, the stars,
frozen in time, an older time,
the grass was green, the night was far.
No more, the burning eyes, the hot desire
the sweaty palms and breaths on fire.
The cold comes, from the north,
bringing death and the eternal pyre