The Realm

 

Whirl yourself -

In brand new realm.

It's anything -

In no one's cell.

A crazy glitch -

In the logic pale.

From chaos born,

The beauty's there.

Nothing, never, is,

Without your shade or kiss.

It's now - together

We all dwell...

We're born and dead,

We're just a spell,

Perfection never do -

Repeats itself,

The moment brings,

And kills the realm -

But it's still there.