I look at this moment, a snapshot of time, this picture and I can remember what magic was once possessed. A flame so bright as to blind, as to smother with a laugh and a giggle. A brilliance of the brightest gold, not only in blonde ringlets, but with an aura of love, sunshine with eyes to cut even the darkest demon's chains. Eyes of the brightest green to bestow an eminance of gold. A smile, never regained, formed from a child's mouth glimmering with felicity, pure as pure can be, so delicate as too soon be broken. Too soon marred by your demonic grasp. Chains not even the brightest green may break.