When my fangs are bored
I forge alliances and build armies
Then tick off other Aristocrats

A simple game really

The thing with war is
Being my captive is an honor
Why don't these men understand?

After satiating every inch of me
I ask them paint my throne in their blood
Yet they grovel by my feet begging for mercy

Playing hard to get I see

Madness descends slow
Even with your whispers gone
I can still hear you

Watch how we paint ourselves,
For the acrylic can be the Ego,
A fog where the Game takes place,
The Game of Remembering & Forgetting,
Until one ceases to un-know,
You are, We are,

An immortal speck of the Divine
That yearns to return,
One lifetime at a time,
To the Source of All That Is

I won't if I can see you in my dreams

The Reaper's New Crown
Denies me your eager touch
Will thoughts be enough?

Flames licking my fur
Leaves sing to the fiery dance
Earth I shall return

A fortress floats by
Brushing clouds and painting skies
Pass the drowsy eye