The whirl wind comes up
through the ground covered with leaves...
What is to fear.......
when there's no shallow waters...
She exhales the cruel words of hurt,
that rise and fall like gentle...
Cut
smoke...
I walk through the lake of dreams,
Beneath the twinkling stars of hope...
Beelzy
Beelzy comes quickly like the wind...
It is I who have dreamt too long,
through the once quiet forest...
Why do my eyes
See my worst fears...
the cool, abyssal embrace, liquid and always...
trails behind you only an inch away...
The rough sound of a scaled belly dragging along...
the rough feel of muscles constricting as they...
I
As sure as...
See it in the obeisance of a gently nodded head
leaving the tent of a man in charge of destiny...