Children

Thou, dawn and dusk as they beckon atlast, between mornings delight and midnights lies.
Made dews of dawn, and ashes of dusk; cometh the child of wax — they of union as one. Between ones of twos, kept between the halves of life long over true; Birth of worlds made two within one, weakened and spared none.

O’ dear child of wax, has made of thy birth to be as you see — Never to lay nor feel the morning sun, neither the cold nights bathing under moonlight.

Skin as whiten snow, heart so pure; to step within the presence of the suns glow, shalt thee waver and melt as slow — Oh woe, such miserable fate made felt and go. Whilst, within the presence of the cold midnight moonlight, thou art consumed by frost bitten souls, made frozen and to never let go — Oh woe, to such a fate made for you child of wax, eyes of ashen snow.

To what purpose are you made to be ? as you see, nothing but grief? To suffer, within the midst of morning and night; safe within none but the presence of time.

Doth thou feel? art thou souls kindred and free? Between dawn and dusk, to whom you are made to believe this exsistance made dread yet humble you are to be.