When the atomic sun rises
In her eternal bed she'll lay...
I don't trust the night because she stares at me
with her cold, bitter eyes...
I lay here in the cold wet grass and stare...
at the Moon. I become entranced as the crickets...
Waiting in the shadow,
a place unknown...
Briney spray stinging her face
Jagged rocks slowing her pace...
If I were to feel the sting of every mans lips...
I would scarcely be able to breathe...
So glad you chose to share such intimate details...
Don't worry about what they say or about being a...
A dark secret
Being held and kept...
A roar,
A whisper...
The hero walks the path
To face the wrath...
From a distance
A howling echoes...
With feline grace she moved
Her paw from side to side...