One Soul is Lost

The sky mourns in quiete solitude,
shrouded in dark grey hue,
the sun vehemently refuse to shine,
the wind sings a melody of woe,
and the air cries tears of grief in eerie,
when a fallen angel screams in piercing agony,
of his lost paradise and virtue...


The wave subsides and the wave rises,
The flower withers and the flower blossoms,
The sun shines and the sun sets,
the spring ends, the summer reigns,
There is no end to the cycle of life,
as virtues and vices,
as angels and demons,



Nothing stays immortal and nothing stays fleeting,
yet, when an angel falls in disgrace,
the nature weeps in thunderous roars,
the universe laments in shattering anguish,
for each virtue killed, one soul is lost