Draconian

The winds of a dying dream, a tempest unveiled
Once again arcane rain fell – cold, sorrowful and so frail
O, those weeping times, all of my life's a lie
An endless torrent of anguished tears o behold me cry
The affliction of a stained creation becometh my tragedy
Lachrymose is the light – touching the buried again
O, this scenery of lost always present within me
Afar into the obscure I wish I now could soar
Even though he stole my pride – I stand above his lies
Even though I ocean cried – and sailed them far and wide...
...my star shall ever shine
Drifting endlessly deep in darkened streams
The inharmonious looms
In my doleful ocean lies the love I've lost...