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”