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And of now… it isn’t anymore of me you choose to belong to
I am the past… I am someone your reborn self choose to lose
As well do I see, a body of a woman by the falls of the water
And the longing of a man, of her burdens he be willing to shoulder
However, your thoughts are ill-founded and in absolute denial
With an after drawn in senseless deduction as well to follow
Have you really forgotten who you are… who is the one?
Comparable to your world, The Ancients respond as well to chance
You must abandon all of which you treasure so in your world
You must remember who you truly are within this underworld’

“Of love…the forever mystery to forever be unknown
Isn’t there to be once a love we share to have as our own?
The timeless battles fought, the sacrifices only we know to make
With an after to be, of every moment desired every once too late
Our time as one till death is to separate our time and us apart
And as one before, I am to know what be desired in your heart!
Pain is nothing compared to what The Ancients can bring
Yet… as beings of love, sorrows becomes the one life to mean
In exchange for love, I’m to live forever as a befallen immortal
In exchange for love, you have sacrifice your life to be a mortal
And with cultures newly be stricken with… you are another
Never ever to be the same man I am once to know as my other
That be love as worship from what we believe as devise illusion
The one cause to upheaval all believers’ into complete devotion
As for now… you are on your own, as free as you will go
With troubles forever brewing, I shall be one lesser for your every morrow
However upon every once, your return to The Ancients within
I, Ei-rian shall forever be your Befallen Angel of Dreams”

{Torn by words yet freed from love, I am without time
With a sense of lost etch deep… I close the door behind
No longer did the walls of comfort grace me with tranquility
Of shadows dancing with moods of an enigmatic obscurity
And as I step out into the garden…the grass no longer waves in pattern
As dead as the ambience pronounce, death maintains its moment
Often too late, belongs the occurrence between us to be
Must Alkaiya as well, be demised upon this dilemma to see?
Yet decisions to face, is unparalleled to be made certain
Perhaps to be the one… I have yet more to overcome, to learn
Though freed, her forever-ness devoted to me is my despair
And as a destined human being, how can I not at all care?
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