Bones broken,

Dreams left unspoken

I fared well on the River of Sorrows

I saw us under the Moon of Many Tomorrows

Artemis and Apollo

You are like our golden father-sun

I am like our silver mother-moon

 

It was some time in June

When you turned and ran to the tune

of 1,000 Arrows

Slivers of death,

and I became a holy ghost

Azrael came to visit and I wept

 

This is the way we planned it but,

Life is not the same anymore

As it turns out,

There is no cure

for visions and knowings

of strange truths

But I am alive now,

I have no regret

 

The Philosopher's Stone

They say Old Nicholas Flamel

Found it

Somewhere in the caves of

Sicily

 

In my all my dreams

You're kissing me

 

Life on earth,

Our friends were right,

It hurts