Discovering that life will never be the same
A thriving beginning for the wicked human
The Stars are mostly shining through the clouds of numen
Piercing through to the ground staining the outdoor game

The rink is too crowded of zealous attractions
Blinded by whole numbers while we display fractions
Forcing to count numbers as many abstractions
Chasing the knowledge of perfect imperfections

Bright blue piercing eyes, she smiled golden lips
The Infernal wipe out on the slippery ice
She channels her spirit as a warning device

The sound of alarm bells press onto the eclipse
For meetings are settled, many interactions
Grabbing the knowledge of perfect imperfections