The mist covers as the blind squanders
Goals of the misfortune slips under
But luck hadn't played, it had no script
so he ultimately perspired to kingly sleep
The prize: a trance with the royal maiden
a sensual fusion of their private heavens
He tunneled through his vision and saw through
A blind man unamazingly saw through
The inception of a new royal era
The people married its queen god Hera
And light glared through the hell
A peaceful time covered the love motel