Lover's are losing in the mirage of happiness.
|Awaken to the sapphire oasis,
Ravens' howling at it's splendor,
A golden mirage wearing many faces
Shrine of feather and candle; Obscure.
Shadows' dancing through the air,
Incense and amber silently soar,
Through petrified forests they fare.
Among the twilight of the moon,
Sombre in Portraiture.