The song of simple memories. Yet when one returns, is it so easy to accept it like long ago?
-They told me to fly all night
Forget about it all and the fight
But did I listen?
I was too worried for them all-
The curtains opened in the Town Hall.
No one was around as a few sly shadows moved around. As if they were an invisible they saw everything the girl upon the stage was doing. She took out her ponytail and let her crimson hair flow with the wind.
-Looking out the window on a summer's day
The taste of root beer coming my way
All that mattered to me was his song
Before I knew long it would all be over-
She wore a classy,1800s dress. It shimmered lightly of pure snow white and emerald leaf green. Her eyes of a lone sunset opened. She had given herself confidence as she pulled out a miniature Japanese fan. The only thing she could do now was breathe.
-"Some things are dreams
And yet I wonder if you truly are there
I'll cross that rugged bridge
And die to see you again"-
The shadows now moved down into the stands.
Watching her every movement.
Her voice how crystal clear it was.
Her fox tail now hidden as well as the cat ears.
Her flesh, normal.
-" All you dreamers out there tonight
I've had a heart of my own
Until one day someone grabbed it and broke it before me
And yet I can't resist to cry
Because that heart was as glass as this song!
This is real
Its the way of what we all feel
I should have stayed
Where my heart knew well
I longed to tell about the dreams I once had as a child
Yet I roam and frolic easily
All in the breezy
Ways of my heart"-
She looked ahead to see no one.
And when she didn't she turned to see him.
Her true Pumpkin King.
And not the actual one, himself.
-"And now all of the darkness
Hear me tonight
I have a lover of my own