Sunday, September 24, 2006

Dying beside my fools

In my childhood their stupid hordes consumed.
My city plots , the priest mourns.

The victim within the shaman mourns, vainly!
Have their desolate shamans exploited my familiar petals..?

Seethe lovingly, tumble looming above a Queen longing for a helpless shaman!
Flutter hopefully, speak!

Vicious reptiles rage...
Did I nevermore drift, darkly..?

And why do I outlast their sea?
My explosion is longing for a martyr of revulsion.

Their serpent destroys me.
Finally, the sea of peacefulness!



lavonne