Past Maidens - Rinoa

Enjoy the past, the memories they last

But we have today so embrace the moment

I sit in naked wonder

I walked through the trees beneath the breeze, saw a child so sad

Her bright eyes burn in me

Shines with the pale moonlight

Holy ghost I caught your lonesome stare, frightening piercing sadness

Your sight blinds my eyes.

Memories I cannot hide

Your mystic haze stirs young romance;

I shy away like a child

And the night plays with its shadows.

Oh it plays like a child

The deathly painters on your walls, they travel on

I looked to the room where we once laid

My thoughts roamed all the way to the gates.

Morning fog whirling thick like

smoke

My restless farewell, my maiden