Arborenet

If I could only undue the Serpent’s spell, Instead of being broken down in the lonely sands. And these bones screaming of thirst weaken by final times. Blinded by false sight, I had hoped to at least feel your presents. Alas it was only a passing of a gust of wind. If I could get out, I would come find you, if you are still waiting for me. I would find my way out of these cold empty sands. If I could only undue this Serpent’s spell Which had left me cold and paralyzed by stone. And when the next storm comes in, leave nothing behind.

Lie down all of your dreams and hopes. Let me carry them away in a cloud of gold whispers. Once you put down your guard you can hear the golden key, As it clamors quietly onto the glass tile. When you lie down to sleep, All is locked safely into a golden cabinet. Do not feel empty for it is all safe, Safe in the golden cabinet, locked by a golden key, carried by a cloud of gold whispers.