Bless Us

AND SHE DANCES, SUCH DELICATE PASSION
WAIVING IN WONDERFUL WINDS OF SEDUCTION,
IMMINENTLY, FLOURISHING DESTRUCTION.
SHE LEAVES...WITHOUT COMPASSION.

GREATLY MISSED SHE IS
BY THE FERVOR IN HIS CHEST
THE ONE HE FAILS TO TAME AT BEST
SHE KEPT HER HEART; HE LOST HIS.

MOONLIGHT WALKS ON THE SAND
ANKLE DEEP FIELDS OF PURITY
HIGHLY INTOXICATED BY THE BEAUTY.
THE PICTURE IN HIS HAND.

A FEW VERSES, ATTEMPTING TO EXPLAIN
THE DIFFERENCE OF DREAMS FROM REALITY
BUT DREAMING IS HER ONLY QUALITY
FROM WHICH SHE CANNOT RETAIN.