Onto..

For I bestow onto thee a dawn of a new day where the sun rise and the moon falls. Where the prophecy of love is more then a tale told to the sauntering minds lost in the realm of infatuation. I've once been contained and held captive by the temptation that lurks up ya spine and breaks down ya heart. Victim I once was to this feeling. Now justice rains down upon thy face like tulip in the southern meadows. Victory is mine like peanut butter rightful place against jelly... Like your rightful place is next to me....