To my evervesant dreams of my night ,
my candelabra *** puri skies ,
a barn owls swallows a mouse ,then out of the restlessness of the night,
you came .
The calls of a thrush heard a. whisper let ,
the Pterosaurs wings take flight ,
we must go ,
Seven sharpened swords loose in the wind to capture the beast ,
as mountains stand ,
and seas are still ,
her wing span ,
her mighty beak ,
Sagas ,
told from Viking lands told of the spell s it haunts this land .
For you my King of Royal blood with seventh sword ,
my King of Love .
With mighty hand you slayed Mosasaurs with one hand .
Now the last Pterosaurs has took to flight
Then my Nobel Queen to darkened skies I must fight .
Over hills and mountains I searched for sun light ,
night turned to everlesant dreams ,
I saw a Pterosaurs once more .
“ You think you’re Queen is safe this night
You think one swift sword will leave me in a pool of blood
I laugh at you’re sorrow for they are misguided and hollow” l
And with these words the Pterosaurs spread it’s wings off
Into the night it flapped it’s wings .
The Pterosaurs formed a nest above a castle on a cleft ,
Our new crowned King who once slayed the Mosasaurs,
on his way to tomorrow’s land to save his Queen now in state reside .
Over that Castle in their land where. tempers. burnt into a. rabid. death hollow a darkness crept and would not leave ,
untill the Queen and King made love .
Then all was well and the light returned never to leave when ,
the King and Queen walked hand in hand .
For God loves the little things ,
our prayers our new tomorrows .
The Pterosaurs when he saw all was well and love reigned once more as
the flowers bloomed ,
the thrush sang
left for evermore .
A rock over looked a castle,
A King and Queen in state ,
a pawn moves and life and death await .
May 10, 2019
May 10, 2019 at 4:33 PM UTC
To my evervesant dreams of my night ,
my candelabra *** puri skies ,
a barn owls swallows a mouse ,then out of the restlessness of the night,
you came .
The calls of a thrush heard a. whisper let ,
the Pterosaurs wings take flight ,
we must go ,
Seven sharpened swords loose in the wind to capture the beast ,
as mountains stand ,
and seas are still ,
her wing span ,
her mighty beak ,
Sagas ,
told from Viking lands told of the spell s it haunts this land .
For you my King of Royal blood with seventh sword ,
my King of Love .
With mighty hand you slayed Mosasaurs with one hand .
Now the last Pterosaurs has took to flight
Then my Nobel Queen to darkened skies I must fight .
Over hills and mountains I searched for sun light ,
night turned to everlesant dreams ,
I saw a Pterosaurs once more .
“ You think you’re Queen is safe this night
You think one swift sword will leave me in a pool of blood
I laugh at you’re sorrow for they are misguided and hollow” l
And with these words the Pterosaurs spread it’s wings off
Into the night it flapped it’s wings .
The Pterosaurs formed a nest above a castle on a cleft ,
Our new crowned King who once slayed the Mosasaurs,
on his way to tomorrow’s land to save his Queen now in state reside .
Over that Castle in their land where. tempers. burnt into a. rabid. death hollow a darkness crept and would not leave ,
untill the Queen and King made love .
Then all was well and the light returned never to leave when ,
the King and Queen walked hand in hand .
For God loves the little things ,
our prayers our new tomorrows .
The Pterosaurs when he saw all was well and love reigned once more as
the flowers bloomed ,
the thrush sang
left for evermore .
A rock over looked a castle,
A King and Queen in state ,
a pawn moves and life and death await .
