Morning prayers
A thirst or a curse
A poison drunk or worse
And why so high
Is it I fly?
Passion at height
A vixen in sight
My soul thus burns
From flaming light
Why oh why
I look up high
Within my heart
A hopeless sigh
I dream I scream
Sometimes I plead
Shall I hate this fate?
Or am I fated to hate?
And blood the beds
With hearts and red
You spell the doom
Of a wise old fool
May 24, 2015 at 6:57pm
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