Arts
"They are awake. They are awake, and for their own forsaken sake they bathe in the black, watery sun; just as they burn on the white, fiery moon. You may run, he will walk; and your rest will be for naught. The markings burn as their presence learns but then returns, as she returns. There's no concerns, they just relearn as souls all cry to him, souls all die for her on the path through the dark. He is the spark, the dark spark. She is the spark, the dark spark. When the new truth forever reigned she was blamed for killing the flame. Now the old lie forever strains and she remains to kill the same."