By ancient gatherings we met, to glance through the looking glass once again.
He greeted with flora.
His bittersweet farewells were once proper.
Through time, the primal forces overruled him,
Using wit and sour anecdotes for his cause.
Twisted cause, he adopted from our order of reason.
Infernal games you play,
My dear where have you gone?
Time has affected us all,
Though you swear you've never felt better.
This dark curse has blinded your sight and burdened your soul.
The choice of ages foretold from long ago.
Why must it be you?
Why must it be me?
It shall end, though not too soon.
