The white clashed against the green creating the walls of our home. Our prison, our hell, our Asylum.But on this day a ray of hope, or so it seemed, came upon us. Two objects shiny and bright had fallen. Whom or what they belonged to was unknown, but all we knew was that in our little prison of faded dreams and broken wings was a symbol of past love and new hate. And now that it was with us our Asylum became our hell and our reality was broken just like us. And we realized that just like us those rings had a former hope that turned dark and hateful. They became our scripture, they were our truth. And now we lay dead with the prophets of night. And the night fades away, just like our lives.