It was a hazy romance
that caught a glimpse of your soul...

Melodic whispers sing his name
Sixteen rings shine for Timothy...

A giant, with a mind of a child.
One of the many children...

Shiny, iridescent
dangled from her...

A tiny little leprechaun
danced a bouncy jig...

A withering soul
lost between titles...

I've been forbidden to cross
a threshold of here, now...

To gaze into the mind of a silhouette,
comforting her soul as arms drape...

Her eyes are filled with ebony stars
encircled with thunderous cloud formations...

I've watched her for years now,
struggling to fly with broken wings...

I'm writing this display
of visual artifacts...

Darkest of emotions
flavor a tongue...