A spiraling circle descending down towards nothing. Blurring images spinning round representing what I once had. A childhood lost in the sandglass, memories of happiness seem so distant, like the light that comes from a fading star. The music sways the rhythmic horse, a lullaby for the heart. Trying to recollect certain dreams, visions of lost hope weave their web around this lost little boy. I hide myself in the shadows, hoping this black figure will stop hunting me. My Mary is but a fallen angel, I can see her cry tears that turn to rain. Like a rose blooming in an autumn wind, she stands strong, praying for the dawning moon to relieve the sky from its eternal suffering. Our love can bind our soul together; fate?s cruel hand cannot take you away from me. This mirror seems so hollow, reflecting a happiness lost in times endless hole. Reality now seems but a dream, a life suffocated by pain and loneliness, my screams muffled by a pillow. The darkness I once embraced now turns to a lone candle, lit by a dying earth, a sunless sky left to ponder its existence, no light to guide it home. I'm watching the sandglass now; I can see my memories slipping away like the sand. I look down at the Caracal, I don't wish to pick it up, it just looks so beautiful. The rose I once planted is now wilting away, each petal slowly falls, like a forgotten spring, and next to them lay a frozen horse, once mine to hold, it?s now lifeless on the ground, broken and full of sorrow.