My princesses,
Adorned with silver,
And fire,
My moonbeam,
And my queen,
Who has hurt you so dearly?

The light I adored has left your eyes,
It's almost as if you are walking corpses.

Where can I find the magic spell,
To bring that light back?
To see your beautiful smiles,
Lighting up the stars above.

You are my constellations,
My wonders,
And I will do anything I can,
To keep you from fading away.

Every thought I have feels quite artistic,
Poetic, thoughtful, dramatic,
Whatever you may choose to call it.

But how do I express these thoughts to others,
When most of them come in the form of sounds, feelings and colours?