The seven-year, solstice, apex, has reach.
In oblivion, I never made it.
Suddenly, like the cold breeze.
A pocket, down, under the fox.
Pray for me, for my evolution path.
My name, would of been “Water-Man.”
Pray for the Muk, I will disappear.
In life, journeying through the underway.
One day, not even imaginable.
Stay strong, and have fun.
Waves.
Adios.
The last Templar of the Argonians, never made it.
Perhaps, the upcoming Warhammer 40K.
To all princesses, never let my words get you down.
Oh, and princes, build the castle.
See you all later. =)