Under the Cover like the "whit duke" like a David Bowie wannabe shining in a brilliance unseen trying to save me being knightly continues to put me down but I only wonder what is under the cover the birthing of a vision completely new the birthing of a dream in a temptest fashion undermining society's rule I continue to pursue he smiles at me silly girl you are getting under my skin go away I'm not myself I'm not under the cover go away	he needs a name she named the others so it is only right does he want her? only because of that radiant hair she seems magical to him and he can't help but stare oh, you are so smart he says she can't tell what he is or what he wants seems like he is floating on an ego he looks at her with such interest no, it's not for attention she says it's only a game he seems to be more muscular... no a silly dreamer... yes with dreamy eyes... yes her presence is demanding but worth it

I see this relationship as something out of the pages of the pamphlet for the Other Side of the Mirror, vibrant red, hiding in the dark, simple but complex, only the main points highlighted. A lot is left unspoken.

This could be a whole lotta trouble for you and me. Don't look at me. Don't laugh like that. Don't walk like that. Don't breath that way. Stop existing for me. I'm a lady in red.

I know I am in the back of your mind. I am a dancing fantasy in Vans, t-shirts, and baggy jeans. I don't trust you. Yes, you are part of the magic.