there she stood in the gloom, alone in a dimly forest, theryingly awakeened by the night. her spirit was long gone, but no her mind. her soul rested in the sun. her heart looked up to the moon. there was this infinite battle, but she knew that neither is going to win. for to win the battle is to kill love, this utterly pure, this imaginitary beauty. only found in the dimst of night,
she remembered memories, so long gone, so far away this illusion was. yet thery he stood, this imaginatary beauty was here, forever and now. she was so fond of this boy.
oh this utter youth she now found, this utter beauty.