As the sky steals the properties of a chalkboard,
up there God starts drawing, sketching the clouds.
Friction generates a white heat rain which my kingdom swears to ward.

My beloved fortified realm soon begins being invaded, submerged by a smooth,plain mantle.
And I,while sailing through this agglomerate of pallid dust in my dark horse,
my armour trembles and a weeping of loneliness I hear.

As I remove my casque a sweet light is absorbed and glimpsed.
It darkens my surroundings as it initiates blinding me, sucking me.
This process converts me into a lighthouse and the reign I begin to lighten.

Her eyes, her smile fuel my loving machine.
My muscles as pistons kick of to pump my heart.
My body surrenders and plays a lovely symphony!

  • Frederico Vicente