On August 29 2010,
Our old King begins to fall into a deep, needed slumber, after battling our distant cousins with it's ray of light,
for centuries, he was hiding the true nature of our world beyond, day by day.
But he was a kind and merciful king, just like millions of every others, it seems,
Because on that day, as he slowly lowered his huge snuffer on his candle, he opened the gates of his kingdom, to our relatives.
On that night, they danced, laughed, cheered, celebrating like something wonderful has occured, anouncing to the people of what has happened...
And yet, no one noticed, or even cared?
But a whisper, a hearing, told a fragile little orphan, but a powerful soul, to open her eyes, and witness over what had took event.
Then, a spark flew across her huge brown eyes,
an inspiration flooded her mind,
an overwhelming joy appeared on her dirty, beautiful face.
On that night, they were celebrating for the return of a young woman,
who travelled through an ocean of grief, of fright, leaving her many battle scars to remind her of what she had caused, or lost.
On that night, they were celebrating for the return of a young woman,
who is destined to be their flare when their is only nothing left but darkness by the unknown,
On that night, they were celebrating the return of a young woman,
who will inspire everyone to keep our spark strong when all else is lost, hope.
On that night, they were celebrating the return of a young woman,
who holds the entire Cosmos, dearly in her hands, as if it were her lovechild.
On that night, a hero arised.
The orphan began to write, as if the young woman's entire life flashed in her mind,
as if the whole world needed to know, every single life who is spreaded across the planet, of her courage and love for them.
excitement and happiness flows in her veins, but her eyes began to moist as her skinny form was beginning to choke up with emotion,
she felt homesick, far from home, wishing with all her might that she was up there, with her family, to witness this miracle, to hear the cheer of encouragement,
to see every star shine so bright filled with hope and the courage to keep their light going,
to feel the intense vibration flowing across the Universe, as if it was connected like a web.
She wiped the tears off her hollow cheeks, so did with her ego,
Joy spread across her lips, thanking the Universe to share this miracle with her,
and had made a promise to spread this inspiration as wide as she can to the people, who their senses are blind and deaf of the outside world.
And from that day forward, every night, she would watch the stars,
every night, she would see a purple aurora flow across her view,
every night, she will feel the young woman's presence next to her, watching with her the buzzling, crowded nightsky as if it were thousands of cities, flashing before their eyes,
Every night, she would listen to the music of the Universe, the sweet, strong voice of Maya Cynnri, singing to the Cosmos in her arms.