Enchanted whispers twiddle again..
A dormant will speaks again..
A shadow disappears in light again..
The arrow strikes hard at bane..
The myths and the facts take a back-seat ..
A substance pleases to ride on the horse..
Of power and wonder between the sheets..
That defied the chances of a toss...
The bliss may fear an end..
The fighter may fear to surrender..
The chances bought may pretend..
Does the chaos form a start or a new blunder?
Unwind the sorrow and gay..
Pursue the throne awaited..
Don't hold on for it to fray..
Feed the will until it's sated..