I kissed her frozen cheek,
ruffled his golden hair...

The bridge glisten of specked gold,
Light shone through every crack and crevice...

The music flowed through every room,
giving life to every movement made...

Slowly the night folded its dark blanket across...
the sun hid away under the mountains and seas...

As she saw that emotionless face,
lost in the windows of fate...

They call your name,
A soft whisper lost between the breezes...

Appearances are nothing,
you can drink the finest...

His white fur now scruffy and torn,
his button eyes one missing...

The blank canvas,
so white and pure...

The pictures black and white,
now starting to fade...