In the dimmest part of the forest
Lies thoughts of nature
Hidden in its darkest core
A divergence of black and white

A dishabille dress
In a wonderful ball
A disharmonious dance
In a beautiful disguise

The clasp of the past
that kept on hunting the future
The clandestinely of sometime
A dash of sweat
In a stream of blood

A faitour to cover the truth
They feign to keep it safe
Safe from the prejudices of the people
A gruesome feeling from their gazes

A duffer I to fight destiny
Broken voices that are Quavering
Faltering in fear
For the fatidic of the future begins

Secrets will soon be revealed