The world is a void where beasts are lost,
Forever searching for the light of darkness.
The cry of many become the dream of one,
When the night swallows the unforgiving.
Sleep is life without fear,
But life is nothing but the absence of death.
Death is the loss of sorrow,
A black stage where the nameless perform.
An endless play from a script inked in tears,
Written on the stained pages of joy.
But from the joy grows love, the trust of a friend.
And love is the light of a thousand souls.