Under the soft glow of the moon
The glistening tides ebb and flow
As the shimmering froth reveals
The passing of all that is and is
to be. The ebb of sirens emanate
during the twilight of estacy
May they sleep soundly graced
by the Saint's Delight. Adorned
by the blanket of communal warmth
The moon has come, The time to
begin anew hast docked among the
shores of infinite possibility
As the unchanged begin to evolve
as the world in stasis melts
They begin to reach stone by stone
The light at the end of the road.
