Of Love, whose twisting tendrils twine
about my love, to make him mine...

Oh, mighty Dragon of the skies
Blessed beast of claw and wing...

Alone, we walk, to find a place
in open garden, a private space...

I remember the last time
you held my hand and looked in my eyes...

A song is born
early in the morn-ing...

**this is more of a song, hope you like**
***Inspired by NightWish...

There is an island
Not far from here found...

Feed me to the forest
let the untamed branches...

Born from pain
Raised in hate...

I come home from school
stressed out and tired...

Dewdrops settle softly
on unfurling crimson...

Every day
at noon...