Encase the firefly within your hands,
Stop the sand pouring upon the land,
For hope is nil and gifts are small,
My written waste upon the wall,
And though I may trip and hit the floor,
Everything becomes deeper than the one before.
This curse, is small I know,
But I have known no greater foe,
I must Write how I feel and keep it all hidden,
For the taste of a Poet’s life… to me… is forbidden,
Im bright and I’m cheery…
But I destroy the live’s of everyone who comes near me…
And through my mind the memories ran,
Of when I danced upon the moons land,
With my mother, my maiden and Krone,
And cast spells on the world for a happier home,
But this was not for us to see,
And so my love became my misory…
Now I live for no reason, exist without cause,
For I am unable to die, my punishment is this life,
I must watch everyone else pass me by,
I am guilty, I accept my fate,
For to have remorse and regret…
These centuries are over…
