The Intermission -

Autumn, the Beautiful:

-Is it raining, dear child

Where dost thou wander now?

Is it raining once again, or is it only thy tears?

Sweet innocence

No longer a passion within their eyes

Ablaze with thy fury

Of denial and tainted dreams

Now see what lies beneath this mask

Benevolence Unmasked:

Why do these gentle teardrops endlessly mock me?

The pureness of simplicity

As my only true companion

For it shall be there for me always;

Even when I am no more

This, a paradise for fools

Stained black with tears of blood

From mine eyes so empty

Their glimmer hath faded with the sullen

Kiss and piercing caress of a century

Oh, how this mirror lies to me!

Autumn, the Beautiful:

The voices that haunt us evermore only this euphoria of

Suffering remains

Wisdom:

In silence I scream out for one existence;

faithless wanderers

As my children take not from me this image of frailty, but give

Unto a glimpse of the beauty lost beneath the scars upon my

Faith and my freedom, my passion, my pain