In the forest’s depths, where no light dares to play,
Dreams are ensnared, in night’s endless gray.
The dance is now haunted, by what the shades relay,
Among the ivy and thorns, hope’s remnants lay.
In the forest’s depths, where no light dares to play,
Dreams are ensnared, in night’s endless gray.
The dance is now haunted, by what the shades relay,
Among the ivy and thorns, hope’s remnants lay.