Picture This . . .

A world of love and hate

A bond of friendship and vengeance

A scene of hugs and screams

A competition of Garnet and Gold

Through the good and evil

The invisible string that ties us together

Only one remains the same

Music, the outcome of Radiant Peace

When the bond was first formed

Our realm was peaceful, picturesque

But as the string grew old and thin

The spark between pride and music ignited like a rage of flames

All dissipates

When we unite to perform

But Hade’s Horns become present

With the attack of the final note

Picture this . . .

A realm where music and friendship coexist

A place where love triumphs pride

A world with no evil

A glimmering star in a never reachable universe