They are not long, the days of wine and roses;
Out of a misty dream
Our path emerges for a while, then closes
Within a dream.
she bidded her time; seemingly unaccustomed to the quiescent coolness. apparent languidness while she illuminated the ruins. it was a shaft at first, then it grew in resplendence. a glorious display of her supremacy as she took the reins again.
