Aethyria Beyond The Other Shore
Am I the ocean or fragments of motion, Chanting the art, my seas must part. Looking within, I fade away, perpetual flux, fallen astray. Pick up the harp of life, strike the keys with might, Open the door within, I live again, the dream never ends, born again. Gone beyond the other shore, awakened forever more, gone beyond the other shore, a pawn to time no more. No more... Step through the hourglass; one remains the many change and pass, no serenity. My tears stain the white radiance of eternity. Make me whole, inside so very cold. Drowning in an ocean, of heightened emotion, chanting the art, my soul torn apart.
