The sun gleam sun heart of gold

My sorrow is mae from-

the coldness of a dead man’s casket,

the numb little bug trying to survive

the greeting of a battle heros’ welcome,

the darkness of the Grim reapers lost soul,

and a bittersweet reminder of winter’s fragile kiss.

I found it-

bottled up in a wizard’s lair,

concealed in the crisp edges of an ancient map,

caged and hidden in an archaeological dig,

discovered in the tombs of great Pharos,

where the Sun gleams a heart of gold.

This secret can-

freeze the souls of the most courageous of gods,

lead June Feild to the wrong prediction,

expel all joy from the world,

and break the Milky way,

make the wind wild,

calm the seas from megalodons,

and destroy the hearts of many.