Hear her words she who swims in the silvery light.
The night seeps in with a beckoning grin
forcing out the darkness within which burst into
flame of desire which grows higher.
In this darkened flame nothing tame is the same.
The cards are dealt with with a deafening welt.
When it is felt a man can't withstand the torrent at hand.
Like sand in a wound makes one howl at the moon.
With a grinning retort my thoughts deviate from their
unnatural sort all is not for naught.