The Loxian Gate

Through the gates of night
There is wisdom is waiting to be found…
That first place of night
Was an island in the colour of stars
Spring;
Green grew and the flowers blossomed
…a lost time, for in the distance…
Summer;
The sun and the sand
Autumn;
The shape of yellow leaves falling
…a lost time, far in the distance…
Winter;
The sky sang snow
Written into the night;
A world of stars
…a lost time, for in the distance…
Now, is the season of water;
The island, the cities, the darkness
Through time this became our world
But our quest is not yet over
Now, is the season of the moon;
Soft breezes whispering
Night and day
But our quest is not yet over