The burning of my inner wells of virtue

where can fire be foamed?

Desire of intention swelling in a linkage of heart and vision

who could kill a lion bare hands?

Toes tremble at the metamorphosis of an unplanned miracle

ye sons of a serpent?

Numbness of despair no longer in doubt

who killed the father?

Capture of soul lost pain feeding is the only feed to fest

theft is a crime of surrender?

Forget the seen yet an eye saw far above the horizon of Destiny

tell them to go never to return?

Crinkum-crankum of life abyss reality of life in doubt existence no purpose epoch

Is everything lost?

Words not spoken lost in the wilderness of time

she choose someone else to give her to?

Reality is never an expectation but failure realisation to the beholder

seeds planted early rarely yield expected return?

Who should fear death?

Love seems to fuel and outlive death

who could live without her?

Emptiness you rule both, living and dead.