Going to the library, she just casually puts on her daily attire.  

When she hesitates, the whole world holds their breathe.  

A touch, for to her all is but nothing, a simple shadow of a memory once forgotten,

A misty breeze gives her that feeling, a subtle thought as if he was watching.

Her face, something about it, just makes me wonder.  

Can anyone explain that feeling that your get?

A longing to see her, what is it she's all about?  

She knows what she has, yet cannot begin to explain,

On my throne, Dia shall reign.

Patience my dear, more than a virtue,

his breathe comes up to greet her, yet only 

it's too late, that one fateful word has sealed his son's fate.