Behold, the future cometh in all its glory!
Minstrels play and drummers drum, and knights
salute the coming dawn in awe. The stories
of "if" are stories of "now," and sounds and sights
of triumph dance and sing; and every worry's
darkness fades in rainbows of blinding light.
The crystal castle gleams, and every door is
open as streams of life and love ignite.

Raise thy chalice, newborn king, and cry
aloud in victory's arms -- for thou art born
of merging planes where hopes and dreams become

temporal. And tearful eyes in golden sighs
rejoice throughout the land in glee adorned
in flower's garb -- for king and land are one.