An epitome of fame turned into ash. Like a golden spear to challenge the high seas. A skeleton becomes a piece of glass. Look at yourself, the circumstances, all that stuff. The twilight sounds. Clouds are moving in vast areas of space. A sacred dance, surviving the dead, involves many. That twilight's the emblem of the cat inside. A poem written, revealed in the trial of prime hercules. Beloved twinkle in the vastness of space enchants the heart. An arrow poem that doesn't deserve happiness and success. Deny that the soul of a beautiful rose is full of the best wishes. Then, stripling. Handsome, defiant of circumstance with a spear at his wrist. Eternal, everlasting life at peace. The trump was thunderous. The throne of an empty palace must be occupied. Night passes, sky beautifies. Acres of acres. Grow plenty of green vegetation, resulting in healthful fresh air. Riots and crowds are gone. Quiet, calm and cool. No rushing in. It was a great honor to be loved. Being the best is a necessity, not an option.