I feel like the star of a beautiful
Masquerade made of feathers of swans...

A golden halo of radiance
In their variegated gowns...

Gealach de mo oíche,
What be a thousand miles of...

A simple step in the wrong direction
Can take you a mile out of this place...

Alderliefest,
Doth this note find thou's own hands...

Through the broken carnage,
of torn bodies, and destroyed cars...

Many a-times I've been asked,
Offering of a hand...

While everyone whispered to me,
Give it up, move on, just let go...

The golden brilliance in the sky,
graces us with it's presence, smiling...

She opened her ruby eyes;
The light overhead shown down...

Come and take a look in my eyes
Look past the image of you that you will see...

I died.
I know stories aren't supposed...