Twinkling in the morning sky, my personal constellation

Forms, is glorified, and dissipates.

Transparent orbs of temporal existance
Rise up, carrying my excitement aloft.

Tugging on a soaring avatar that embraces
heaven's breath, you cannot do but smile.

Giggles perforate an order of silence,
as our forced bodies burn on relentless energy.

Miniscule parents of glass are transformed into
Monarchies and legacies, aided by the tears of Nature.

A penchant for this pendulum will raise
any child to laughter and squeals.

May your inner Child burst through, Aetolians.

Hail to Khepri, and Her Mirth, Mischief, and Joy.

-High Prince of Ulangi, Nighty Nightshadow Thalion

Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Severin, in the year 121 MA.