Earth’s most desolate region has a secret legion,
It belies both faiths and obeys only treason.
This place was not intended for the faint of heart,
Because in this place, shadows prevails and light departs.
A cloud of darkness shrouds the truth.
Only the strong survive- they prey on youth.
Close my eyes tightly- mask darkness with shadow.
Two shades of hate that you will never know.
A small light pierces the sky with angelic light.
The first light I’ve seen from this dark and balmy night.
It wants to flood this world, but darkness just consumes,
I ease my eyes open and the darkness just resumes.
Why live on this earth? Continue to push on?
When you know trust and hope are both already gone?
Because somewhere in Draeco’s Keep, just beyond Hell’s Pass,
Lies the final unfolding- there lies the Garden Of Glass.
There is a place upon Earth that is made of gold,
It knows no hate or sorrow- it knows nothing cold.
It is a place of unexisting pain- where shadow becomes light.
A place where all children can sleep and dream well at night.
A place that knows no ashes or vice,
Where emeralds and gems create paradise.
Wouldn’t you know I shy away from this, too?
Probably because I’ll always fight for you.
Looking for a reason, just one, to swing and land.
Looking for a pain brought not by your own hand.
Close my eyes for darkness, still seeing light.
Ignoring it, callous to peace, I just want to fight.
For what is peace without you here?
Why would I want to hold anything else dear?
But deep inside Amolatla, in a forest nobody knows
There is the Garden Of Glass- it slowly and carefully grows.
With the tears I’ve shed I could drown this Earth,
Create cascades of sorrow with this damnable curse.
Drown you in what was your tomorrow- you cannot swim that fast.
These are all the tears I shed, dedicated to my past.
Each salty tear is as bitterly sweet
As the first time a dragon’s tears and your lips should meet.
And the pain manifests glass-induced tears.
I’ve felt this now for 1-1/2 years.
The tear-glass cuts and scrapes my eyes and cheeks,
I’ll spill that blood till the end of my weeks.
Beautiful pain, beautiful stranger, beautiful sorrow.
You’re a beautiful disaster who has claimed my tomorrows.
We all feel war, fighting, love, and peace.
We feel these ‘till our mortal lives cease.
Between my discipline and virtue, none of it mattered,
Because the sacred Garden Of Glass has shattered.