Thanks to ๐โฝ Magnolia โพ๐for creating this wonderful cover art video. ๐โฝโพ๐โฝโพ๐โฝโพ๐โฝโพ๐โฝโพ๐โฝโพ๐ Three years of blindness in the mud, Deep in the cold and silent clay. Until the shell breaks down for good, And perfect wings will find their way. You spread them out to meet the sky, Into the dark you dare to fly โ But look into an empty space. Just yesterday the forest floor Was burning with a thousand sparks. A sea of light, an open door, A swarm that drifted through the dark. They searched the moss for emerald gleams, Now you are left with faded dreams, Trapped in your own hours' fading glow. Three years of struggle in the deep For just a few short days of flight. A fleeting vow you hoped to keep, To carry life beyond the night. But down below the ground is dead, No beacon guides you through the cold. The path of those who came too late, Remains unseen, dark and untold. For days you starved to feed the spark, You burn yourself to frozen light. A lonely signal in the dark, That fades unnoticed in the night. Your glowing becomes absolute, A purpose only to itself. A final reflex, proud and mute, Before the shadows take your breath. Untiringly you trace your ring, You fly towards the final shore. With heavy heart and weary wing, You sink to rest forevermore. The spark is dead, the flame is gone, Back to the earth where it began.
