September, 11, Night falls, Curtains rise,
             *Empyreal Realm! *

Blooms a new Flower,
Beavers lift their head, They are not shy,

Night blossoms, silvery-pink,
their fragrance stolen, they are envious,

The Guitarist has a note to sing,
a pentatonic melody, of love, of gleam,

The princess blushes, in her silvery white gown,
She was an embryo, lulled by Angels and Seraphs,
Just A week ago!

Her dazzling beauty, Mesmerizing!
But why did she steal their fragrance tonight?