We wandered,far off Hulkwood
With desire burning deep down our spine...

Its much of a want and less of a need
Thrice kissed my want nd my heart thus bleed...

Death is a fearful thing
Dangling on our fingers like a wedding ring...

When the eighth day dawned we stood
Looking into each others eyes in a pensive mood...

A question i must ask them too
Who is perfect me or you...

Snow falls in summers dream
To magnify the crystal wings...