The words on my lips fits like a glove: You are a fighter, but I am the fire of a brand new day
Not a one deserves to be proud except servants and benevolent kings
So reaper, if you can hear my voice//I'll warn you, you've got just one choice//You can leave me well alone or choose to take my poor soul//But for today, I live as a Dreamer, and rejoice
You could ruin my life And that would be just fine Because I would rather die with you by my side Than ask "what if?" in the afterlife
The moonlight was irascible that night, and chilled me to the bone though all else was utterly balmy , with a slight breeze.
Tread the world with light-footed dreams Be all that is aught, and a touch of what is naught Do not allow the tempest zephyr streams To knock your block into being caught-sought...