Night falls where doubts, arise in the eyes She walks through the ashes of hatred She walks with unerring gaze Glass the is broken is the dissonance of certainty Fear hovers, but is fate is perfect Cries of pain reverbarate in the atmosphere Semblance of desire, wish everyone The bells the play is the silence of isolation Agatha dance the last dance Agatha is her attitude Agatha did not want to waste time The windows fogged by the cold of despair She notes your music JUST She closes her eyes and awakens the lapse Looking toward the valley, so long ago