Long live fantasies.

The only love that will hold true to thy heart.

The only fire that will burn the chains away from my fortress...

Auburn skies singing smooth trumpets.

The sun giving birth towards a new moon.

Rainbows that fulfill the hearts of many stars...

Jabberwockies soaring through the horizon.

Golden dragons illuminating the brightest eye.

It makes me want to cry...

Of the color white.

Like taking a bite of snow...

The cold endeavors sink into my tongue,

And spring about a new ice age to my lungs.

Somber meadows create agony...

Raining feathers create apathy...

But the Gryphon's feather is my everlasting memory...