Nocte, the god of night, was brother to Diem, the god of day; both were the sons of Creatio, the god of creation. When Nocte was of age he took for his wife the lovely Sidera, goddess of stars and seasons. Diem also took a wife, Sidera’s sister, Nubibus, goddess of the clouds and air, who bore him a son; Lacus, god of the rivers and lakes.
In time, Lacus grew to hate his uncle. The hate stemmed from an unknown source; even his mother Nubibus could not fathom why he held such loathing for Nocte.
Nocte would always take a walk at dusk while his brother was preparing for sleep. It was his usual routine, and at the end of
The wind in the trees
The sun on the fields
All of these things
Call to my inner heart
They say "run"
They say "fly"
They say "live"
So I can break from my chains
The world keeps me bound
The sky keeps me down
None of these people
Can see my inner heart
They say "stop"
They say "obey"
They say "die"
And keep me bound in my chains
In my inner heart
There is a world
Where I am free
And there is no pain
The wolves run the plains
The dragons fly the skies
All of them within
Where I have no chains
They say "love"
They say "laugh"
They say "believe"
And with them I am free .
See the white haired boy there
Sitting at the piano
His fingers dance across the keys
Sweet music in the air
But do not touch the poor boy there
He is but a tool
A puppet pulled by strings of fate
His life forfeit, unfair
Will no one watch the poor boy play
This melody of waste
His heart and soul poured out in song
Yet locked away
His ceaseless pain kept out of sight
(Will no one save him)
While he plays his songs for people's joy
(His painful plight)
Oh look at him now, the song is over
No applause for a boy
The puppet stays, poised over the keys
To the end, a martyr
The people leave, but he remains
The music eternal
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