Day slowly blends in colors pastel, this goddess, on her palette the colors that foretell her progression as the sky obeys in its subjugation, till finally the deeper varied shades of ebonys and grays indicate tis time this art be surrendered to be continued by the master hand of Night.
Two wander through an oasis of her own making, a female tall and delicate, a Prince tall in stature of spirit, till they meet from their own weaving way they chose to be taken.
They talk under shade of palm as he with such a tender soothing of song of words of love lets flow, sparkling each in their own mystical aura, heighten the magic of her making.
In them is found the strength of magic charm to move past bar and walls firmly constructed, yea even several feet thick they are to a heart that has lain behind them lest insincerity enter and pain once more is felt in its quickening.
Rising to greet such harmonic song sung by a Prince of a land from afar, she,a prisoner bound by the words of others gone a