A glaive she wields, a secret
spell to drive the world to

let go little light
fly firefly fly
let the spirit enter in
the vessel shouldn't fight

pain --a spinning room 
light & faint; 
stop running, my dear
melancholy

ever so cold a stone...?
just because I can't control her
a little stronger... a little longer...

mist of chaos meld with time
chronos slipping mixing
hell & holy grail combine
fix a metal vortex
sound! rebirth!
confusion reconciles 
a happy ending for 
the dead astral realm; 
the revolution fell like 
a pale blackish purple