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.