Spring
My youngest sister as well as the oldest
Thou, but a mere child thyself
Art the mother of each beginning
So naive and innocent! Why art thee so persistent?
To birth anew what I hath avenged
What hath deserved to die?
ECLIPSE
Three
Remember
The Dance
The Calling
Convalescence
So Far Away
Succumb
The Air Below the Water
A Pulse in the Celestial Sphere Part 1 - Astral Murmur
dawn
Another Day
The Never
Two Trees
In Remembrance
A Loss For Words
Spirit
Chasing The Void
So Sweet... The Tears
The Absolution Of What Once Was