Looking close at what remains, my eyes so burning, see...  And limping across the frosted plains enthralled by what's to be, in  midst of flight to lose my feathers, together so entwined... And so the  story of my endeavors, the bells have finally chimed...    I looked to the sky in desperate search for the sun, yearning to taste  the fruits whom so many have won... Buried in ice, so eager that life  be enhanced... I see them float, the Angels so often do prance... But  I am still buried in the ice.    "We keep him close, bound by trust. With no hope or desire to ever  leave us... Armies bound in swift Angelic fashion. Here lies the aura  of Divinity on the plain of unearthly... passion."    ...And suddenly an oasis... A feeling not felt for centuries. This was  on in the dream, the dream of my mourning seasons, whence the trees are  my shoulders and I swim in the leaves, I can feel the others, and my  token: for seven days they let me go.    Look to the sky in desperate search for the sun, yearning to taste  the fruits whom so many have won... Buried in ice, so eager that  life be enhanced... I see them float, the angels so often do prance.    ...And once venturing home, his mind told mine "You've known all  this time..." I can feel the others, the ones lost, the ones that walk  by, the ones who call my name three times, I see them when no one  else can. Perhaps they too know. They'll recognize us, so suddenly  conspicuous, so diverse. But behold the elements of the binding...    "I also knew back then. Do you remember?"    I look the eyes of the master to which I am slave... Soul enemies  of the forces to me have depraved... Charisma guides me to the land of  the kings and the Queens... I've all the wisdom, and not  one phantom longer demeans.