Gone With The Wind

Before the beginning of time

Before the moon was up this high

There was a goddess in the havens

Singing her joy in chime

Indomitable that she was

Obeyed by every being

The ones who defied her

Were casted out like nothing

Above from the clear sky

Down from the dark blue sea

She chose throne of chose but

The ruins blinded her to see

Fate has given birth to destiny

Changed her thought of reality

Locked her away alone with memory

Handing the key to melancholy

Too late, her past is now written

The ink went out dry

The prayers are gone with the wind and

She is left all alone to cry