ALRO sat with pen in hand, the world around him a spinning mass of mayhem, as the music in his mind’s eye came alive. For him, there was no better wish than to have the gift of music. To play his electric +10 Lyre of Power!
For if he was to escape the black-hole of nothingness, he would need his +10 Guitar of Awesomeness once again.
The song came to him like a dream long dreamt. With the voice of angels singing in A-Minor, he wished to once again play his guitar.
And as his wish was transcribed upon the emtpy page before him, the guitar appeared and he strapped it to his shoulder, and sang:
“At seventeen I ran away, my hair was much too long
Well, that’s what they said of me, I heard that same old song
Day after day, night after night, I knew I didn’t belong”

“And now I’m changed I’ve got a life
I hope you understand
Guitar in hand I write the words and sing the best I can
There’s nothing more I want to be, this is the world I understand.”

With his cheshire grin, he basked in light again.