Pandora's Promise

We sit by the lake.
The autumn leaves rain over the blood-red moon
I sit by the lake hypnotized
The flowers of hatred and darkness bloom
The shimmer of the light reflecting the fake smiles
Truth will devour the souls
The lights of the city from far away
Will glow like a candle flickering in the deep depths
A doom for the desperate
A victory for the faithful and true

And from far away I feel a sense of hope
That the pandora's box open for the world to see in true light