I make a giant stride
on the sun's face and
walk barefooted
on acres of burning
coals to make a slave
of the scourging power
of generations .
I ride on the moon to
catch the pleasure of
the running away
beauty and harvest the
rumbustious golden dawn
of the radiant rainbows.
Then ten witches of Endor
kidnapped me in exchange
for ten pieces of silver
but left thousand
and one witches dead
in my white flame!
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 1:47 AM UTC
I make a giant stride
on the sun's face and
walk barefooted
on acres of burning
coals to make a slave
of the scourging power
of generations .
I ride on the moon to
catch the pleasure of
the running away
beauty and harvest the
rumbustious golden dawn
of the radiant rainbows.
Then ten witches of Endor
kidnapped me in exchange
for ten pieces of silver
but left thousand
and one witches dead
in my white flame!
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