I give peace to the animals
They stay and work for me
They believe I am their source of fiction
Leads them to the reason of seduction
Only Arizel cries for the fading sun
Our past in our future she waits to see
Undertaking the funerals keeps me relieved.
The ghostword is as infinite as this universe.
The last line I wrote on the wall,
Became a part of the statue sitting at the altar
When you blend the Timebook of the clocks,
Time will turn the bane into boon
And the maniac will again whistle,
Ghostword written on the Satan’s rune