Unexpected death of the bright light.
The ascending party in the dark night.
The past is to be laid aside.
Whats planted by those hand shall never now subside.
Who made it look all ugly, shall not live by my lips.
To twirl all the glee into a step where all being slips.
Along the railings of the pathway where many creature has fallen.
Only one will feed on the joy of watching the beaten.
Lonely will this dark road be as many can see.
Sacrifices made can once and for all set the mind free.

No more wonders of who they all are.
Time walks, and every single one of it is just a faraway star.