The bubbles of mirth have already burst upon the surface of despair.
Whispering winds have long since whisked the pleas into oblivion.
Dark tides of time have erased the destiny written by the fates.
The stars stare coldly down from their places in the heavens.
Deep depths and darkened caverns consume and conceal.
Shores of erroded stability stand testament to torture.
Shredded souls, upon the ghost ship of sorrow, sail silently by and by.
Treasures of phoenix light buried in the sand.