The Intermission

Autumn, the Beautiful:

- Is it raining, dear child,

where dost thou wander now?

Is it raining once again, or is it only thy tears?

Sweet innocence,

no longer a passion within their eyes…

Ablaze with thy fury

of denial and tainted dreams.

Chorus:

…now see what lies beneath this mask.

Benevolence Unmasked:

Why do these gentle teardrops endlessly mock me?

The pureness of simplicity

as my only true companion.

For it shall be there for me always;

even when I am no more.

This, a paradise for fools,

stained black with tears of blood.

from mine eyes so empty

Their glimmer hath faded with the sullen

kiss and piercing caress of a century.

Oh, how this mirror lies to me!…

Autumn, the Beautiful:

…the voices that haunt us evermore only this euphoria of

suffering remains.

Wisdom:

In silence I scream out for one existence; faithless wanderers

as my children take not from me this image of frailty, but give

unto a glimpse of the beauty lost beneath the scars upon my

faith and my freedom, my passion, my pain.

...and there is but one last chapter left to be written...