Long ago in a tower fair lived a young girl with a future as bright as others could fuel. 

Until at last she was awakened by age and realized the dreamed she thought had failed was not her own.

Deep from the ashes of memory she swept away the words thrown by well doers and danced upon the cleaness of the old floor now new.

At last she writes her own story from her dream she dreamed upon her own ear.

The swiftness of her fingers like feathers hovering over the keys to the kingdom she tapped out the first chapter.

A thousand years past and she still writes the first for that love written seems everlastingly to be the last.