we are The Young,
the ones who control,
The Fate.

though you might stand alone,
away from The Young.
Standing in my arms,
watching towers fall from grace.

we can start,
all over.
please don't kiss my lips,
I cannot bear the razors in your teeth.

I've gone through nothing,
compared to The Old.

The Fate,
rocks The Old to sleep,
foretelling of,
a brand new world,
but only Time.

only will The Young,
call you to arms.