O wandering soul, searching for freedom
From spiteful sorrows and searing strife
Wander within, do not weather the storm,
Undying are the woes of with’ring life.

Weakened by malaise of melancholy,
To succumb is the deed of feckless fools,
Endeavour not to endure misery,
A fiery flame ye shall further fuel.

The mindless mind is weak only by choice,
Deep inside lies buried, the light ye seek,
Formless fears ye hesitate to face
Fade, if the silent find courage to speak.

Hearken to thy heart that delivers thee;
For dormant ears shall, in time, atrophy.

–The Forgers of Fantasy