Empress of the night

Under The Fog of night
Something is waiting,
Inside your cacoon,
She can feel the shine.
The moon, comming soon.

She can be stopped,
The rainbow Eyed girl
Because she knows,
The clouds just wanna dance
Lore is a sin, always you will need more.

Fly, my pretty Butterfly
Follow the glare
You will find something there,
If something is going wrong. Don't matter.
Rather than reveries,
You could cuddle your memories.
Behold! This is what your life have molded
It's your kingdom, called freedom.