The story behind the painting I drew is already told. No more tearstains on the pages of my diary. Tired but unable to give up since I`m. Responsible for the lives I saved. The play is done. The curtain`s down. All the tales are told. All the orchids gone. Lost in my own world. Now I care for dead gardens. My song is little worth anymore. Time to lay this weary pen aside. The play is done. The curtain`s down. " Where are the wolves the underwater moon. The elvenpath the haven of youth. Lagoons of the starlit sea. Have I felt enough for one man`s deed?. Or is it time to challenge the Ancient of Days. And let the virgin conceive". All the tales are told. All the orchids gone. Lost in my own world. Now I care for dead gardens