She came from Heaven’s Keep,
Asleep in molten silk.
Though bolts of glass
Shattered battles of clouded seas,
The shining dust of cleared skies
Cried in love of weaker rain.
A speck of lust was covered,
Hidden in sparkling eyes:
A look of hope
And winds of butterflies’ wings.
Came together the calmly days
One time a bee stung
The mountain hills.
As closely drawn the souls were lost
A single drop of forgotten nights.
Fevered on, by nightingale’s song
Sang the midnight’s howl.
Enlightened and delighted
The corpses dance with unearthly moves…
Epic fights of lovers’ bane…
Crazed out together in blight,
Shaken out in a massacre of closed eyes,
Stirred feelings blacked out in closing words.
Pulling up, backing out
Retreating, attacking, swinging, blazing…
Struggling for control
The dance floor shed
An immortal coil.
The screaming of the flower,
The shouting and the yelling
Of the curse.
Bliss…
All odds beaten,
Once again
In the despiteful anger
Of lovers’ bane.
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