Literature
It began with a heart, it ende
It began with a heart, it ended with a thought.
Dreams became real, death became a bliss.
Angels died, devils lived,
for songs of plenty, became sight of zest.
I hear you now, I saw your then,
Listening out in summer's end.
Though you don't see me just know,
I see you for who your are...
The bully of the day.