From the times of knights and warriors,
And the tales of kings and slaves.
The love I thought wouldn't find a way back,
Returned in the cloak of dreadful dreams.
Amidst the silver ashes of broken trust,
I woke up with another dream.
"Ah Another one!", my old soul cried.
"She'll never let go.", the pale moon sighed.
As I gathered the silver in my palms, a gust of wind blew them afar.
Alas! my cold heart didn't let me weep this time.
So I borrowed another crimson autumn leaf from the grieving tree,
And I scribbled another verse about the dream that I had lost.
My bones shivered and my words bled,
I looked up and I saw my lost dream twinkling as a star.
As I saw the gleam of sun confiscating the sky,
I knew I will dream again in a dark and silent night.