Amidst the night without wonders,
The sun sets and the moon rises.
No marvel nor magic is there to be held,
Not many love to be yearned, not many memories to be reminisced.
Yet the night of witchcraft has come,
as the princess of the fowl arrives and be here.
She mesmerizes the night as Titan adorns the nights in Jupiter,
She warms the gloomy day as the little birds takes shelters beside a Redwood tree.
She's opening the Gate of Wonders.
She teases us with the charming light of compassion for us to embrace,
She holds us with her smiles and her big heart, unknowingly, makes us whole.
She opens the gate of hope and joy, as she sings and amuses with her presence.
She's the embodiment of sparks, a rare beautiful scene in this realm.
Through ups and downs,
Nights and days,
The present is the one we can grip.
To seize the day, to fulfill the night, as we sing together with the princess of wonders and never stops.
NB: For Our Dearest Peafowl, Pavolia Reine. Keep doing your best.
