The path, oh how it began with, the mage. They'd never seen life fade such fast, they'd break. The bells chimed, once shattered. The clock rang, once falsified. The cages, fell, to a deepest, dark. Once it broke, the glass. A sword, sharp as thorns. A rose, lone, in the void. Stood past a door frame, so. The blade, rising to the sky, as it broke, gave way. A waltz with the end, what is there, to say? Nothing of a remnant, not short. Cut short, their life, come to a tragic end in nothing. Tis, the rose, withered away. The door frame, still stood, asway. A way, no will, to carry. What to do, this world, with no choice? A waltz, with the end, no choice. A waltz, with the end, a void. A waltz, with the end, alone. A waltz with nothing, all, to not.
