Once a folded hand recorded, the tale of an infinite being,
Time went by and was followed by that in a dream,
Gathered in a dark night, death wouldn't find them in a dream,
The blade danced, to it's beloved servant, a dark knight,
Fantasy and imagination, believes and superstition form this kingdom of bliss and misery, a wonderland of sweet nightmares,
A folded hand once prayed, and the being did appear in this dream,
Not showing it any sad or depressing delusions,
Rather it would heal all its wounds, even those who cut so deep that the roots of the scar have taken part in its personality,
But there was infinite punishment and darkness hidden,
In our dreams, we do have endless time after all, do we not ?
So dance on these grounds with me until we lose ourselves
I am the eternity of this fantasy
The folded, pure hands
Of an infinite being

~Umi