This was written for Dylan Seymour.

And to the eyes, they cannot close to be
So! Perfect it is in the fact then none but
Gorgeous beauty could be obtain
Through the heart of a sapphire

Love only can feel this way
To have of the highest flight
Never to once look down upon it
Pity to thee who will deny to it

From the highest tree rest
Our most prestigious eagle
And never is it to go bellow
As it is expected nothing but royalty

If the hero is to loose its battle
The pain is to surface, though none is meant to be
As counts do not die
And death be none of acceptance

If sufferance preserves through
It’s loyal life then never less then despair
Will come to, and smiles will fade
Through all corners of rubies

Thus no god, no mortal, no lifeless
Shall obey thirst for misery
And all to be prisoners of it
Guard life with no armor