27 April 2012
Greenest glass upon the shore, Of ignorance and life. A token of some time before, A time before the strife.
It makes her smile to see such things, Reminders of the past. They tell her that the future sings, With echoes of what's passed.
There is yet hope in what is lost, If one but does one's duty. Before the sun must come the frost, In hell there is some beauty.
Greenest Glass • Opuss № I