It was a crawl beneath, a stormy night, the lights reflected
on the pool, as a spectacular view of lights.
And there it was a locked box, a chest of secrets, of
mindly cost.
And at the silence of the night, a specter rises from the
ashes in the ground. Moves towards the opening as its aura
lights up the walls, the chest opens as he came in front of
her, and a green light lights the floor.
The soil looses, and darkens with the first glim of light.
A flock of scintilias is exiting the chest, throughout the
soil.
They bore small winged creatures within
And with the smallest touch, the soil opens with the green
to the greenest and their aura raised the room's spirit.
The specter raised is aura towards the chest
It was close again, and the scintilia's return to their
humble being
The room was a greenery now, and the pool was fool of
creatures of the night.
The final drop of rain fell down, and the room was closed
to the world. Until the next disturbance arrives a the door.
Until life on earth will fade ones more, and the soil will
remain life less and tight.
To remind men that all silent could be adopted
That none is different from the other
That hope will rise again
And the concealing of an entity is temporary is impossible
For all will rise in time of need, to awaken the spirit
within