As the wind of destiny blew the
Curtains wide
I stared down the spinning wheel and
The offering of time
~
In the shallow waters of the ancient well
I saw your truth as you did tell of
The fire, the love, of death once
Mourned
No longer our glue, no longer our
Moment
~
We prayed to gods of parcels
For those waiting to receive
Our minds aligned to the delivery
To the magical โ unboxing
~
And so the story ends
With a promise that today
The shipment of stories bound
Is coming your way
