like a flower,
like a thorn,
a wavering heart is ever altering,
its beat is a prism,
the magic is now,
melting into a smile,
neither moon nor star,
the current making sorcery above us,
the destiny so easily broken low,
thunder and light in magic night,
like a feather,
like a stone,
till that great sea snake under the
sea from her coiled sleeps in the central deeps,
like a moon,
like the darkness,
on the immense sea,
crimson shell,s
whose silvery spike in the nighttime sea,
yielding are the moss beds,
under the sea,
with a crown of pearl,
on a throne of gold,
a merman brave
by scarlet rose
Feb 22, 2014
Feb 22, 2014 at 12:34 PM UTC
like a flower,
like a thorn,
a wavering heart is ever altering,
its beat is a prism,
the magic is now,
melting into a smile,
neither moon nor star,
the current making sorcery above us,
the destiny so easily broken low,
thunder and light in magic night,
like a feather,
like a stone,
till that great sea snake under the
sea from her coiled sleeps in the central deeps,
like a moon,
like the darkness,
on the immense sea,
crimson shell,s
whose silvery spike in the nighttime sea,
yielding are the moss beds,
under the sea,
with a crown of pearl,
on a throne of gold,
a merman brave
by scarlet rose
