And sing a song of melancholy, in the tongue of impossibilities.

You can't lie forever

Stardust is only found when no one is actually searching.

The soul, such a complex thing

Who knew pain was so inevitable...

Anfisa watched in horror as her home went up in flames.

No more than ink marks Soaking into her skin

I heard their chatter drift away on the wind

Great white talons, stretch to the sky

Ode to the darkest nights where my heart does lie Woe to those who pull me out, at least those who try.