Love-lit eyes shining silver words to her
The moon was the sky's sin
That night the poet's lips told how the skin breathes
Dear Frost,
The willow hung left and skewed among stars
Flesh will flower a God,
Her tongue that of a dragon's,
And her body drumming hell's waltz
What's wrong with having dark ashen wings?
Darling,
Silence hung in the universe just as much as hate.
And I bargained my way to the window,
Just to watch an angel fall to the burning mountain side.
A new bloodstream was born
Lungs have lied their last lisp
Secrets pointed to tiger stones,
But within that emerald hilt I saw divinity.
Sleeves catching the sunset
And in a bag I held her self-pity.
Loyalty counters, blooming a Lord.
Cancer bound in her heart
If we make it through the night,
Then maybe we'll make it through the war.
Despair shifted, grasping her hope
As if she hadn't already sacrificed enough.
A sickness spreads like embers in hay
The evening casted her away in that grown snow
I'm sorry that destiny gave a visit
A candle burning the horizon in her eyes
"Legend has it,
he could talk the sun
into setting."
Aye, but a forgotten myth stirring in the depths
Her eyes now held that of moonshine
**"Myth be told,
he could talk the moon,
into rising."
How could I forget those words Lycan?
For every legend, there is a counter.