Illusions of Pandemonium

A devil's touch to beauty,
Returning to a moment passed.
Reliving petals of the sweetest hue,
Recalling what is now lost last.
A part of every soul in alluring hold;
Remembering stories that were never told.

And in this chaos there is a way,
A path to find the calmest day,
A moment to seize the perfect light,
And a moment to dream,
Rebirth through sweetest night.

An angel's touch to purity,
Returning to a moment passed.
Reliving every twist of a river,
Recalling the pain of harsh contrast.
A part of every spirit in tranquil song;
Remembering lives through every wrong.

And in this chaos there is a way,
A path to find a lonely day,
A moment to sing to morning light,
And a moment to dance in the dark of night.
Rebirth through runes of ancient peace,
A moment for all moments to softly cease.