The Loxian Gates

Through the gates of night
There is wisdom waiting to be found...
That first place of night
Was an island in the color of stars,

Spring;
Green grew and the flowers blossomed.
...A lost time, far in the distance...

Summer;
The sun and the sand

Autumn;
The shape of yellow leaves falling.
...A lost time, far in the distance...

Winter;
The sky sang snow
Written into the night;
A world of stars.

...A lost time, far in the distance...
Now, is the season of water;
The island, the cities, the darkness
Through time this became our world
But our quest is not yet over.

Now, is the season of the moon;
Soft breezes whispering
Night and day
But our quest is not yet over.