In the twisting wind binds the mind that keeps.

Held by thoughts of imitation love...

The designed trap of others.

Weapons that carve the message of deception and loss to come rises.

Step from the red light disguised as green and thunder in a silent room.

Shout out the anguish in the space that passes no sound.

It falls on the ears of self only convinced the world knows....

Just a blanket of deceit cold to touch.

Awaken to what is true and bury what is not without funeral.

Banish the darkness the doppelganger of love to reveal Azna at last in the light.

She wakes with gathering peace.