I walk the busy streets
alone...
Let us walk down to the river side,
Come along now my tear-stained bride...
*OK, i was just in a really bad mood when i wrote...
In the mist of night...
Hearken to me, beast of beasts,
Before the morning light intrude...
Every day like the last
My world, my life, all so vast...
This poem is indirect and you have to search for...
Fire dragon burning hot.
Ice dragon, on frozen wings it flies...
Crimson angles and delicate wings
take me for a ride threw my mystical dreams...
Imagine me there as you close your eyes
I’m gliding my hand between your thighs...