The Saga

Long ago

Far from home

There's a story of flowers growing old

Fragile skin

Paper thin

A Princess fights to mend them from within

And here she comes

Heavy stand

Thrones on sand

Dais weighted with drying of the land

But in their tales

The true god sails

And with him float the clouds toward the vale

Hear her song

Before she's gone

A fantasy

Now catastrophe

The sweet of heaven's kiss may never be

And the last night

Will he might?

The question rages

She's giving up the fight

But here he comes

We've been waiting

Poseidon

For saving

I've been waiting

My Kaitlyn

For you to exist

My whole eternal life

Abyss

Until you sat foot in my mind

And now you are grown

And ready for

My love