Forge the words from your sides.

Give them rivers and lakes pond and stakes.

Because you live with a vampire that can never age.

She was born from a page and drizzled with sage.

And her creator, is a man of fire and stone.

His power''s are vast and un scoped.

Because he doesn't smoke the dope.

Terrain's fill your plane with glass and rage.

She and him, also them play with the sand coaster.

It is of sand sculpted from thought.

Where''s that from that they bought what was brought.

And now we change the shot.
Too yield a new spot.
Hickory, "flirt" her purse made from bone.

She set with her mild limestone throne.

She before carved before leaving from home.


And it's said she was miles from the catacomb.


Cigar smoke roam's the other sections.

Are those seats in-compass of imperfections.

Never the man of pen and pencil.
They are here for sure purpose.
Do not belive perfection is real.

Because an atom doesn't align to form you us them.

It was arranged beside me my lady an all.