• As i forsake the setting sun I gaze upon the heavens, looking for the radiant maiden, many seek her beauty, but only few have ever seen her. Her flowing silver hair, her cherry lips, skin as fair and pure as fresh snow, her eyes like gems shining in the moonlit night. Oh how many have sought her out but only one can have her, only one can know her gentle touch, the sound of her heart, and the warmth of her love