Your talent was hidden behind a dark gloomy ebony cemetery observatory
for a long long time. Then the mist and the fog vanished, pure clouds descended.
Your bronze sparkling armor became visible as the rotten scarecrow became tangible.
A bit of chili sauce over here a bit of chili sauce over there, your mighty leg and
anatomy studies, became overly precious just like sand in the ancient stove of the
midnight magic. Strong endurance and high fidelity, radiates through every
hole of your perseverance. Heads up high and pencils above the sky, your
mighty creation time will now arrive.