Still, It's the Laughter

Not knowing then when we penned the verse called, 'Chimes'.... That it would seem as a prophecy one day unto this loving heart ? An anniversary and his child their imagine ? What becomes remains, real Never, because he says this or she states that; faith plays righteousness Trust proclaims life be light ? Visions time's infant solitary atop these shores Saying welcome to resistance, the fallout and more ? Transient, ten thousand years.. Black magic birthstones a craft; their evil dead ? Ascension His baby antares awash love's castles.