The talisman bleeds. In the crevasse, he smokes rock. She inhales the stone. Freedom lies in the snow, tremendous blinding, in careful flight, she cannot hold the breaking of night, lifting higher and higher until her wings begin to explode. Some drinks take to fight, some beings take to highs, I advised her to maintain her flight- lilting on the dragonian see-saw ride. Freedom lies in the snow, dreams are blinding, in careful flight, she cannot hold the breaking of night, lifting higher and higher until her wings begin to explode. Freaks, grim, and zombies cry, while their echoes shade in the past of their lives. The freeze comes in quick, the ice drops its face, the claws and the white are more frightening in light.

He plays his game
He makes his cough
The girls go through his pockets fast.
He sees in blight.
He seeks his fire.
In nocturna, isles reveal their tries.