Honor

She wears her clothes in any style

Such magic refined is Nure

How scary it is

To know such a wonder

A wonder of many elements, I presume

Oh the falters of our evening stars

Brings out extraordinary results

Oh truth or dare? Covenant or snare?

I shall rise till many stars become

Oh dear, I'm sorry

The wayward works of purity

Become enlightened by the hands of you

For Nure, you are one of a kind

Strengthened by the hearts of true

For I am inspired by your fashion

Your fashion so true

And I shall honor you with a sword

A sword so true

Shall you live in a house that is pure?

Well tie your might to a yellow string, darling

And watch it float away

I shall bless you with a kiss

From afar;

Oh tied and true

Is the imminence of you

Run away little girl, run away.