Merrygold.

To look into his eyes of blue, like little corridors where secrets lie

cascading features like fountains of truth
Drizzle from the sky

Where does the sun go
When he honor's the dark

Places of penalty
Lost in the ark,

His heart is pure Ambrosia, like the flower 
Sprung to tide

Looking deeper into the river now, a view
That's open wide

He keeps a space for romance, beneath a lock and key

But feels the weight of love, in bearing
It brings upon his knee

And with a bended love affair, stairs up at
the wonderous star's

Unafraid and foremost 
He offers her , his scars

The heavy load she'd carry lightly, outside his woven bars

For prison is only a burden known, to the one who cannot sleep

And he who dreams with Merrygold, delightful
he would keep.