Black stars strewn through space
A twisted twilight, a twisted face
In a desolate wasteland that none can trace
Lives a creature of insidious dream
So thoroughly lucid and out of view
Atop black spires, in gradient grey hues
Once bathed in colors of water's blues
The grand oceans no longer remain
Now shadows delve into misery
Their lives, a forgotten history
The Grey One plans in mysteries
Ashes rain down in mock array
The truth given can be hard to understand
When wings affect those who try their hand
Souls rebound, butterflies, cover the grey sands
Alas, bring colors back again
