Once upon a time,
we read to the rhythm of your ink,
your magical poem made us wild and sink,
and the pen danced itself; produced a rhapsody,
of a radical soul ; birth to a prodigy.

Once upon a time,
we heard to the beat of your words,
the alphabets muttered the sparks required,
to gain the brave in every myth,
told by folks in our year of fifth.

Once Upon a time,
we hide under the breeze of your shadow,
to ran off forever from our eternal foe,
and to fulfill our desire,
to gain the courage left in every fire.

Once upon a time,
we slept to the melody of your lullabies,
just so we can keep chasing all the fantasies,
of the realities you told,
and the belief we want to hold.


Not so long time a go,
we lied to the voice of your song,
so we can listen to the tales of The Great Prong,
The Great Prong whispered in a high pitch to a muted toad,
about a legend of a unique missing it odd,
and a stories about a day of natal,
when a rose losing it petals,
and when it scold to the phoenix,
"never loose your heat"
then The Prong asked "Why you have to be shame?
if you're the burning flame?'