I never though i'd write this down, but one night.. a lucid dream; it showed me sights and people.
It minded me of another time, dally me so many drops, so many noted moments.. it told me of all every note and every move; but not the passion fire, i recognice them still a day.
This is the proof i require.
The times still be to me a hear say, though notice all my lamplights...
Residing a smashed castle.