Do you remember that story
made of a touch of magic and perpetuating beauty
where all ever after were told to be heavenly
and wrath left forsaken through staircases of truthful virtue
and heroes and champions will be granted crowns made of star's coronas
and a kiss goodnight to perish the alive into a splendent reverie
and when I am awakened,
I wonder every now and then about the land where sprites i grew up with had been living
but a simple grap on Mjölnir alone couldn't accomodate a mundane
'tis only the reflection of reincarnating beasts that i see
on most of eyes
promising an ever after of fury.
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