To Everything;
A time for a trial
Many is needed,
And all is prepared...

Look for a trail of light.
But, follow the sound of sorrow.
Touch the frozen note
And sing to its lonely shell.
What's left is the sighing death,
As a flicker dies away.
Stumble upon the darkness
And free the singing child.

Please remember this riddle
And look for another to tell;
Climb the fate within time
To sing a Journey and wake.*

To Everything,
Everything is needed.