So Long ago it seems that last I met the sun, the pale moonlit path is where I wander more oft than not, escape from the sorrows, destroy the heart that was weakened by this trickster, this woman I thought was an angel. An angel indeed, fallen so far, her wings as dark as her heart. Why could she not leave me alone, now sorrow hangs heavy on my heart, decaying my mind, destroying my soul. But see, a light, even in the darkest of the night and a voice of beauty and radiance, hearken to my words and let not sorrows of the past haunt you this eve nor any that will pass...