Echo's Pentagram

We cannot change the past, what has come before will always last

Rooted in time, like a serpentine temptation

Buried in the sinews and the flesh of wayward hearts

Before I made my start, I was innocent and pure

Enduring all though ignorant of the fall

I sensed a great divide between the hopes and dreams of strangers

And what has actually come to pass between us all

This will not last, this solitude of man

I know that we can overcome the din that separates us all

Guinevere knelt by the wall, drawing pentagrams that rose and fell