They soar beyond the fiery stars,
Entwined through all worlds,
Both near and far.

 The beginning in truth rests with none,
Like the eyes of those who grasped the Sun.
Leaves us keen to the sense that they have always been.
The curves of the ring lay shrouded yet seen.

 The black boundless void that cages us all,
Is granted no mercy from the cold ring’s call.
Yet not without warmth does the ring curve again,
Bringing light to the dark of the vast cage within.

 As Night follows Day,
The ring curves away,
For this voids one of many,
Not one as they say.

 ~ VIRTH, THE GHOST OF GUARDIAN