Melody of cacophonous melancholyβ echoing in the wake of ripped romance, Aflame long the wrath of a chained eagleβ over the aching scars on its grand wings, yet see Glaring umber irises rise even in downpour waltzβ soul standing ever so strongly, Nevertheless, like Rome and Greeceβ indeed a day is a jest to build a thing, After blue moons, I hereby wishβ may you soon be at ease, unchained and alive.
