Whilst my master sleeps his sleep of kings,
A moonless night cloaks spellbinding things...

Star, bright garner of desires,
What is one to choose...

Welsh is the language of Heaven,
In which you speak with angels to...

How many....
ships must sail to war...

You clarion not friendships broken,
To you ill-will is never spoken...

I journey through a cruel world,
To my home of light and love...

An element of danger not for the meek.
Living for the moment I once did seek...

Behind shuttered windows of her mind,
A spent candle that once burned bright...

The Breath of Spring is over the land,
With myriad seedlings deep in earth...

Day by day the heat persists,
Don't know how I can exist...

In the dark domain of Nightmaria,
Nothing truly is as what it seems...

Beware! Beware! The red ballet shoes!
A cursed gift you should always refuse...