Perhaps it is better if the Sun did set in the East. Wells of perspiration will burn us to the core. Upon rusted wings I will reach the sky, upon broken wings I will mend.

Would you let me go like you do if you only knew just how much I love you? Fables resurrect emotions, devotion and untainted dedication.

Fairy tales tell lies and so do you. Our unicorn will pass away, it's hoove-marks imprinted in our memories, your saline tears sweeten entire oceans.

I will never let you down. Shards of broken glass scattered across the floor, watch your step or you might bleed to death.

And death shall not even do us part. I am bound by the strongest of shackles, and eager to stay here, chained to the thought of you forever.

And I will never forget your name.