A shot of magic. A handful of desert. At the monument of time, I tell the

myths of eternity.

I am Sailor Pluto, messenger of Hades. I will not pardon those who come near

these forgotten sacred precincts.

That musical tune is maddening like the wind. That figure is a person frozen

in ice. Not knowing of the dawn, not seeing the coming night, only my garnet

eye crosses time, and I think of the people I love.

Pluto Planet Power, Make Up! Shadows of evil, spirits who have violated the

prohibition, now you will crumble away from before the door of my vow. Dead