The Rock
A high wave of feelings...
Bbbrrr
Coming is winter...
Why do I connect
with ruins of people lost...
Beautiful little butterfly
With your fragile wings...
Flaming trees of golds and reds
Align the skies once more...
Eruptions must persist
Chasing the sky like lightning...
a watery world
that gave us our lives now cries...
Sitting on the front porch
Is truly where I love to be...
Under her blanket
discovery awaits of...
Every sigh the Moon makes
is another moment I have fallen...
On wrong side of truth
a prophecy burns...
When the last eagle soars over the last crying...
And the last brave lion roars and last worn...