Bright. Bold and blinding light has set the sky aflame.
Strange. How these lands can change while all here stays the same.
Hooked. Last I dared and looked through gateway's tiny crack
This world beyond both queens' domain stood silent, shy, and black.

Glee. I caress a tree beyond my mushroom ring.
Old. Feels like tales untold. I listen, then I sing.
Wrong. Nothing joins my song. Such apathetic lack
Of cheer turns bliss to loneliness. Perhaps I'd best head back.