Darting through caverns behind emerald eyes..
Darkness and light, smoothness and rough
Soft tender thoughts....hearts that grow tough...
Fly to the starlight, 'pon twinkling beams,
For there in the fields, alone with her dream
Stands the dancer of heavens, the giver of rhyme
Alone in the glades...as is always her time
The self-proclaimed...god of Reality...Unleashes upon the dancers glen his Furies..
Tellin' her what...can never be...
Ride with hooves of fine honed glass....
Sending shards of death toward the lass...
on her lips...a singular....
