Sit still,

Sit straight,

Darting eyes,

Find mine,

The paper slides,

The words fly,

I’m on my knees,

Begging please!...

Purple skies

And grey cold nights

Living life like non before us

Magic beasts

And purple feats

Done like non before us

All because a little mass

A common mass

All this wonder

All this magic

Hidden away

In this slice of enchantment

But do be warned it also holds

A defense wall

Rejecting all

But me and my purple parasol...