Remembrance

The leaves turn to brown and wither away,

Long years pass by and time plays its part.

There was an age when he dreamt of the future,

And thought to himself 'will you remember me?'

- Sir Adam Atriy, Myriad Tiaras Vol. 2

Awaiting the Storm

The water slowly boils in the fragile old kettle,

The cook knows the vessel will surely give way.

I see the river being a bit too troubled today,

And I sense a storm brewing in the wilderness.

- Sir Adam Atriy, Myriad Tiaras Vol. 2

Drizzle

The sunlight tries restlessly all day to evaporate the water The vapor takes painful hours to condense and precipitate All this effort to materialize into one beautiful little drop of rain Which you shrug off your arms as if spiteful of its presence

- Sir Adam Atriy, Myriad Tiaras Vol. 2