The blood is still calling,
a sweet song that lifts my soul...

The power of fire and ice.
A raging battle between the two...

You speak of her,
Words that only reach hollow ears...

Inspire the divine
Control the willing mind...

There once was a paper I wrote,
That went and got lost in the moat...

He lived in the world of orange crayons.
Wandering streets...

Dreams,
A shattered mirror eclipsed...

A new wave of intention,
I thought to breathe today...

Sweet, solemn, shining
Soft, selfless...

The air between us
sharp like broken glass...

A sweet scented flower,
a hope lifted from the petal...

This poem sucks.
Everything I've ever written...