Immortalized by the portal's eyes

The portal's light, the sort of light that's sort of like

The shine of treated pine wood

Not really blinding, all fine and good

But impedes the ability to see the wood behind it

On assignment from a god

Splintered and dispersed

Concerned and immersed in learning the curse

The curve, the dissipation equated with hyperbolas

E's from A's turns it to hyperboles

Exaggerating the same thing

Jading onlookers

While saving the born, sooted, forlorn took and made a princess

Well trained in indifference

A lesson in desolation, the crest of an isolated particle

A departed part of the whole

A part of the tattered and scattered soul

The aborted portion

The sordid abhorrence giving way to a quarter the courtship

The cornered adornment

Of the adored subordinates torn amidst the absorption of sojourning mornings

Moments past

Luring in the warning with a taste of fate fast away

The great escape escapes the craving

Blaming aims and such fame discussed with such a disdain

And tame a lust for greener grass

A fiend for being free at last, impeding speeches free at last

Impeaching newspeak

The few seek to speak to secrete the teachings

Beseeching the reasons upon the demons of nightfall's brightest dawns

Pawns to the fawn which drove to be betrothed to the she who walked the path, who walked the path

Betrothed to the she who walked the path, who walked the path

Betrothed to the she who walked the path, who walked the path

Betrothed to the she who walked the path, who walked the path

Betrothed to the she who walked the path,

So narrow, so chicaned

So goes the terrain of her brain, contained, detained, disdain ingrained in the aimless wanderer

Pondering the yonder, odometer still

Kilometer after kilometer filled

With the will of willows, billowing under pillows of rainfall

Trained all the while to smile down upon her

And don her with the light to take flight with

As if might enhances

Instead of causing willingly the plausibility of chancing the detriment

Of falling through the ice thin

Frightened, enlightened, despite its lifelike triteness

Amidst the mystifying mist, lying with the green grass, as everlasting pine

Thine's protagonist strives to find the underlying surprise the divine hath placed

Location disspecified

Lying in truth to behoove the finder, to remind her of the climb

A journey superseded

In need of reclamation in the face of the jaded complacence

Ain't it beautiful

With her withers the tethered feathers of flight passed

In hopes that the yet to be diminished instant within itself might last

Quite brash, it seems

To combat what seems, to retract what seems

To bring back what seems, to bring back what seemed

To retract what seemed, to combat what seemed, all a dream

A dream that'd lasted forever

Beyond the reality deemed perceivable

Retrievable at will, but wasn't

It had become undone by the profundity of what she had come to be

Of what she'd come to be

The one, the one who would walk the path, who'd walk the path

The one, the one, the one who would walk the path, who'd walk the path

The one, the one, the one who would walk the path

The one, the one who would walk the path, the one who would walk the path, who'd walk the path