1 Island in the Mist

(Author's Disclaimer: Welcome to the second volume of the Dark Sarah Chronicles; my twist to the second album, Dark Sarah: The Puzzle. I do not own the lyrics and characters of Dark Sarah; they belong to Heidi Parviainen.)

It's time to rise again cause

I'm gasping for air, life still lingers here

Whispers echoed around Dark Sarah as she came to and found her-self floating in water, and she didn't know where she was. She soon realized that she was floating on a river of souls and the whispers were like music.

"Where am I?" Dark Sarah asked and the whispered voices of the spirits answered: "This is the River of the Dead that flows through Under World!"

Time, I wasted too much time lying in the grime and ocean streams

Dark Sarah didn't know how long she floated in the River of the Dead; all she saw was mist above and around her. The spirits kept her afloat, they whispered and sighed like bubbling water.

"We are spirits of those who drowned and died too soon;" whispered the spirits sadly, "we forever make up and eternally apart of the River of the Dead!"

Along the waves of death, in the midst of the dead, I drifted here

The island in the mist calls for me

I dare not to resist

Dark Sarah was soon lulled to sleep by the spirits who wasted no time in stripping her of her old clothes and dresses her in new ones. They guided her through the currents and many whispered: "She's the one...She's the one the Lord has been waiting for; she is pure...untouched...She's the one!"

Rise, like a queen, to be seen not forgotten

And to thrive, claim your right for life

In the Eyes of Death!

Dark Sarah woke to find her-self laying on a beach of a mist covered island; the sand was black as obsidian but also sparkled with rainbow colors. She also noticed that she had been undressed and redressed, and had somehow lost her shoes.

She was now dressed in a flowing blue strapless dress with a flowing black robe over it with long sleeves that stopped at her wrists and flowed down. The clothes fitted her very well, hugged her body and showed off her curves.

These souls that whisper in the mist tell me tales of long gone tragedies

The statues in a row play a final role in their memories

Dark Sarah looked out on the River of the Dead and was surprised to see that the River was practically an ocean. Then she turned and was in awe of the beauty of the island she was now on; the beach went to a meadow of glowing flowers and fireflies.

Rise, like a queen, to be seen not forgotten

And to thrive, claim your right for your life

In the Eyes of Death!

Dark Sarah took a breath and was surprised that she was still alive as she walked into the meadow. She could feel the magic all around and wondered what sort of island she found her-self on.

Waves wash the shore, there's no way back from an eerie track

And here among the dead the empty eyes are watching your back