Crimson angles and delicate wings
take me for a ride threw my mystical dreams...
This poem is indirect and you have to search for...
In this field
In my cage...
From Heaven It Comes,
Disappears In The Darkness...
Feeling so woozy,
And my head is so dizzy...
Please read part I before reading this.
The king thought that Edger would recoil like...
She, the mistress of her own red lust
With a frozen heart of iron rust...
She takes, she grabs,
Never gives...
She hears the knocking
Of somebody stalking...
Swords swing in an endless war,
Through the air spears soar...
The solemn phantom reappears
Dragging along its deadly spear...
Fight fire with water,
And pain with greed...