Life: Friday, 23rd October 1998; 7:03pm

When the violet clouds filled the sky,
The winds in the east kept blowing high;
When the mountains and trees growing strong,
The seas that whisper never told wrong.

When the setting sun's eye gets dim,
The moon light's beam can win;
When a young prince is feeling lonely,
A message comes but went silently.

When he returned to see his kingdom,
Two witches came to seek his wisdom;
He then let time passes him by,
Climbing with a cane not knowing why.

Upon reaching at the top,
A companion greets by not wishing to stop;
The friend was cold and on a task,
To get artistic without having to ask.

The champion won and rises up,
With great white shields while looking down like a pup;
The boy sneaked up with another mission,
And ran down the hill not worrying about his condition.

The hero walks gracefully,
With ice for his duty;
For the first time,
His audience was not longer than rhyme.

They talked of the elements,
But was soon bored of the segment;
The person leaves,
With his mind not in ease.

For the prince,
He already knew it since;
Alone again,
Feeling his friend's pain.

Swinging his cane like a sword,
Entering a chamber without its lord;
He leaves at once when the time ends,
Still worried for his poor little friend.