Alas,
I'm only but a mere myth...
Shall you read my tale?
Or does it drive thee to feel the ungrateful feeling of sorrow?
Perhaps boredom or guilt?
Alas, it does not bother me in the slightest...
No one has visited me in centuries...
I'm left alone in the beautiful darkness,
That is penetrated by the pure silver light of the full moon...
When shall you notice?
That I, the myth, was once a legend?
Oh, I can tell you stories of a great time...
The Real Golden Age...
It has died by the hands of the beautiful darkness...
The darkness so purely dark that not even the purest of light could even possibly penetrate even a trace of the solemn darkness...
Its remains are only the finest bits of the bluest, clearest sea...
And I survived, 
But I became the girl with the light...
The beautiful girl with the hair as black as ink,
And eyes as blue as the clearest sky...
But the legend I was faded out... 
And I am
Only A Myth

And always will be...

~Annalise