• A clear shot view of a crystalline palace,
    A heart that was lost is reborn.
    The sepia light that once clouded my view,
    Has finally been reformed.
    The stars that were captured in the glistening leaves,
    Now have left and are shining below.
    For an ice cold heart, sensations flow through,
    Creating new life in its tracks.
    As I stare down below at the wonder created,
    An idea had struck me again.
    The questions that had passed, like blood through my veins,
    Had come and are created anew.
    For the grief of those dead and for those in between,
    And the mortals that followed a plan,
    A heart pumps once more and imagination is alive again.
    As for bidding farewell and the tears that had fallen,
    A world was created and filled.
    But not with those that had touched immortal blood,
    Though with those that never had a chance,
    And for those who were lost before they were born.
    So to this improbable vision I wish a good life,
    Not to be touched with pure hands.
    For this planet that was rebirthed anew,
    Is filled with that of the living dead.