...Once upon the time in a strange town called “desire”,
There was a coupe that used to spend years around a wood fire,
They didn't know yet, the meaning of the word ‘time’, though took it all to admire,
The beauty of a pure sky and a dove flying within high and higher;
The girl used to have no money,
The boy never knew fame;
They used to drink milk and honey,
Making love was their favorite game;
The feeling they used to share was great and funny,
But they didn't care to give it a name;
All they did was to believe, whether the sky was dark or sunny,
They would always be the same.
Once upon the years the oldest we should say,
The girl and the boy held each other and slept for centuries to wake up today,
Though it was the end of the world so started their last prayer,
« God forgive us if we're sinners, save us from this long painful judgment day!
Take us above to heaven or back to “desire” show us the right way. »
They were waiting for the sign, in vain, and then wondered if they still have time to pray,
Soon they understood that in this hell they were meant to stay…
There was no chance to return,
They have to bear or die,
So they decided to learn,
The truth soon they started to cry…
The sun no longer warms but only burns,
Wounded doves can no longer fly,
A hole in the sky is getting bigger but it wasn't humanity's concern,
Neither the land that's getting more and more dry…
Once upon the time for which he felt sorry,
A man had cried for nights and waited for his glory,
It didn't come so he wrote this unreal story.
