Riding on silver, spinning round
On the dark of the evening
With attention wrapped around the moon

 
Round and round on silver, she was the very essence
Of our communication
And its intent

 
Carelessly floating towards an orange symphony
Clearly the two did tell all the mysteries
Dear you are all searching for a toned lady moon
But you are alone enough

 
Then she sighed, saying you are a lover
And your intent be content

 
The two continued to spin to his melodies
And each melody on strings enjoyed
For the first voyage aboard
In the Castle Tarnave

In the castle lying, underneath a ceiling
Of celebrating stars
And protected by a few shining dragons
In the Castle Tarnave…Tarnave