Across the forest where the blind devour,
Past the house where nightmares are born,
To the place where the Dryads Sing,
And the Moon weeps,
As the ground reflects the heaven she can never attain.
The heavenly body which hold her fate can no longer breath.
Spirits scream and cry, for they cannot end her suffering.
The Darkness consumes her.
Reborn,
Only to be Forsaken...
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