It never drifted as winds do,
Never faded like the waning moon...

I see my fated stars within his eyes,
as his orbs melt me as the sun does to snow...

With an azure tinge
around your eyes...

In verdant prairies
where boughs of calloused...

I stood
awfully appalled...

May the azure that lingers
around thine eyes be as blue...

His
rage had...