21 December 2012
A lady who dreams of taking the step out the big wooden door. She doesn't have anything in particular to live for.
For ten years she has slept under the same dull stars. Locked away behind a million golden bars.
In the same room, resting worryingly in the same bed. Always been dressed by maids and sometimes even fed.
Beautiful dresses she wears with a heart of desire. Appears like a lady but her soul burns of fire.
Pretty blue eyes filled with nothing but hate. For whoever dealt her this miserable fate.
So much to discover that has not yet been found. In the deepest forrest, the thickest clouds and down under, in the ground.
They tell her about what life is and all the misery it might hold. And she is no great adventurer, just a fine lady, she is told.
Though deep within her soul she thirsts to see. What the sea might hold and the world might be.
Oh but a fine lady hears not of what happens in the world. Not of the tales from the west of mighty things unfurled.
Little does she know what grand journey that awaits her soon. As she lay all alone, crying tears of blood, beneath the crescent moon.
Over Blueberry Mountains And Strawberry Hills • Opuss № I