|
|
Time is wasted by the old,
And wastes away the young.
Summer days turn bitter cold,
When all time’s songs are sung.
Fire undulled by time’s caress
The blazing shade of her hair,
Corusca gems that she loves best
The golden bracelet she wears.
Born a princess out of time,
And sent back through it
Her true destiny to find
Sailing the stars to it.
Read more about the Senshi in this story:
