GENRE: Musical
LOGLINE:
Bridge upon that I flew to her
An odyssey that succored till by ladybird
Reddish the red rose and brightest
the moon beam; dreamt our future harvest
All hath to sprinkle seeds, the end
Before to ripe, into barbarist's sharp strike.
She mast her vessel and bye bye
Waves though foretell mine water drops
O'young heart, your's ladder is your
If thou love not lie.
Ribbon a red in my pages I writ; thy passionate
words bore thou pink lips; mask black
still silhouette I though think
As Greek the honor, legend inks
the horse of troy
Her was the master, who mend me ladder
In crowning crescent moon and,
Red sparkle in mine tombstone.