An endless realm of never-aging life

Ruins of a castle never built here

A tree that never lives, yet never dies

Empty towns were never filled with people

It’s quiet, blissful, rarely any strife

Rarely any conflict, there is no fear

A broken past, a child that rarely lies

Rarely sought, a church without a steeple

Unheard songs, sometimes from a golden fife

Unnaturally, you sometimes call Death “Dear”

Look into Fate’s sometimes unseeing eyes

And sometimes, you may call Chaos feeble

Maybe optimism will come in rife

If the youngest, smallest, is maybe near

Life’s favorite child, maybe this implies

Just that maybe Hope is all but lethal

Only within Life does Death often thrive

A young girl often playing puppeteer

And though often complications arise

Often we find comfort, there is no “evil”

Magic always there, it may be alive

"A tale as old as… well," Time always hears

Humble landscape, always alone, no spies

Now lost to the wind and always gleeful

 Forever they were six 'til they lost five

 Left alone forever, Death shall shed tears

The luck of Fate, forever their demise

Reigning forever, alone and regal