A boat slides away

The past is crashing with night

Dashing across black rocks

All the soldiers gasp

Horrors loom and shock

Times are changing.

In the history is endless memory

Time brings doors slamming

While enemies 

They will come and destroy

It is not destiny

As anyone is not everyone

And those the matter

Are timeless 

Containing many stars

To keep hope and joy

Crystal.

It is love we are after they say

Farther it can drift away

Somehow as if dust

We say we want this thing called love

Never a heart so tender sweet

Gazing with intent or dream

Beheld the flesh with out desires

And love becomes a funeral pyre.