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...