One never looked so beautiful
Drenched in golden light
Of the blazing sunbeams of noonday sky

A shadow looming midst rooms of white.
His aura of onyx,
Both lavish and laud,
Doth permeate one's very soul

And standing aside
As he sat astride
With the circlet which forges him whole.


Never have I wept with such fury,
Such grief!
For why does fate ne'er care
For those who impatiently wait
To hear trodding
Their lifepath, the gait
Of love fair?

Penned by my hand on the 6th of Mayan, in the year 371 AF.