The carnival of freedom…

This is the final farewell from his dreamy land. Here he waits for the sunshine, to carry him away to a fairy land. He waits… Oh, the sudden light falls upon the distant streams, coursing its way to blend with his dreams. Dreams… What exactly is a dream? His voice echoes, leaving him alone at disbelief… There’s no nightingale… There’s no November rain… he stands alone… His heart is as hard as the soul who wails in a dungeon… The powerful weapon thrusts his hard heart to ease his sight… Powerful weapon… Ah, powerful weapon… That’s his past tales… He isn’t too far away… The dark hour of his mystic ride is on its way to end the race… At pace it crawls, moving the entire hurdles to the empty playground… Memories… What exactly is a memory? His voice echoes, letting him wander through the sparkling reflections of the fallen stars… Ah, agony… Ah, ardor… His body is weak and his soul is strong. And he finds his lost friend’s last note… He reads it for one last time and throws it away… The spirits are burning for another life… Another dream… Another land… Here he waits… Somewhere the sun is shining… And he walks to the land where he has come from…

*The rain falls*… *He walks away*… And the note fades its way to an unknown world…

And it was scribbled in blues on a black sheet with his thick blood…

In a dungeon

On his knees

And his soul

In tears, lost

And the bells

Gallows pole

In his dreams

At her sight

His last plea

In an instant

Cell unlocks

Bells unheard

And he walks

And he leaves