Evening skies are a twirling typhoon.

Good to see and bad to feel...

But upon this swing,

I can seal the shadows.

My eyes are the bright explosions that cover the west.

Nothing but fantasies cover me in my best...

And worst...

To burst out a normal emotion kills my soul.

That's how its always been when I was just a little squire.

Holding a dagger and pledging against the planets beyond.

"I will become the greatest."

Soaring through the backyard covered with green and brown grass.

Pots and pans covering my skin...

Happiness faded into the sky,

But never within.

I can only grin at the isolated winds of serenity...

As I swing back and forth holding eloquent memories.