The Eternal Forage

Drowned in the reverie of esse;

She twirled a lock of her golden tress.

What did she do to burn her benevolent soul;

Darken her heart and punch a hole.

The search for felicity lies within;

Peek inside and the love begins.

She flapped her wings and took her flight;

Summoning the darkness and ignite the night.

Behold thy fears in the prison of your hearts;

For you are the sovereign of your charts.

It all ends with a magical beginning;

As every sunrise gets it's buoyant evenings.

Ask no more of who you are;

A quintessential being from land afar.