What a tale, one of bliss
One of betrayal
One that leaves the soul singing with a lovely melody that has a songfull message.

So where did it start?
At the mountain of fables
A place where stories have there begging and their rest.

Where the two beings had met for the first time
Not fond of the idea that the design of there lives was made by some story teller.
Little did they know a story was it not
But an eternity of vibrant love it would be.

On the third strawberry moon the frost sun had risen to witness the union that was taking place.
The flowers that were...