In the beginning, sparked a light,
Time for the stories to unfold,
Not to be cold, just to be told,
The first part just burns out my sight,
On the land deemed with tyrant's might,
Looking at it, never gets old,
Trying to keep my tears a hold,
Full of express, just like the night,
Surviving wounds through hands of time,
Arts unite, great and majestic,
The loves and lies, the clock will chime,
Past unraveled, so pragmatic,
Cringe feelings, like that of a lime,
Ponder back, not so romantic.