In truth we dance along with the passions given
Lost is our mind to time’s utter ruin within us
Climbing free from the tempter’s hold we find
A cascade of pain that doubles with the day
Safe to explain more so with all the flourishes
Brings with it the inner devil’s promise made
Given and blessed to each her methods shared
Neither is beyond the edge of whispered fears
For a founder’s fee we entertain all the little lies
Taking with us haunted memories left behind
What we seek forgets us not today nor yesterday
But perhaps restlessness will make us new indeed