Summary

The Sun Dissolves Into The Sky, Into A Bleaker Realm, A Sleek Citadel Stripped Of Its Fragile Armor, Its Now Tragic Holy Opal Laid To Waste And Wrung Of Its Wet Light. A Deathless Rain Suffocates All In Exhilarating Fear, Flows Of Thunder Reverberate Like Loveless Songs, Voices Rippling Wild Through The Solemn Slits Of Eternity. Time Travels Up The Spine Of A Speechless Twilight, As I Descend Back Into The Torment Of Absence.