harkin
in the lullaby of the hermits dream
wafts the errors of a prince in despair for took by shadows gleam
to wander only such fair eyes that shook fears heavens fair,
the wonder that be spook such divine interventions
a story so bespoke of the horrors of thy yonder folk,
rather than exceeding the appropriated hate,
the hanged man sat up and spoke, what torments have i made yield-
when flowers as yours bloom on such yonder fields,
may heavens be cursed, the times that bespake
my lives that turn as upon a page in a book,
how i could happen upon Thors hammer- wrestled upon such sparkling glamor!
what hell's own mistook for their own, a majesty my eyes did ween!
that was the shapes these many bodies mistook,
for lien and wrinkled of wretched mystiques,
forces of limitless powers in these hands held at breasts so sleek,
a mountain, a titan! glorious twin peaks,
what happens with twin Eagles glorious unwrapped dive, all looks yearn by Typhoons rising wave-
the gravity of dust the earth sustains,
the lust of your touch, the chilling, the burning, ye all so forthcoming,
yearning in the heart of my journeying,
a maze of amazing, the wanderer of wonder, my hopes of the highest,
i say not even a word such that my heart might faint to whisper,
when my pride stands so tall upon such gleaming visions-
that might just be my star and my sun orbiting, the sinking moon, exploding stars in the heavens,
swinging the serpent by his tail, my fullest desire oh snake eyes that glisten!
a vengeance from this height with my maiden held so gently, in my eyes it tis the thought that melts the Watchfiends venom, you who are the wound that gashes healing necter upon
the steed of a billion trumpets trombone! when such transcendent flowers bloom,
how could i take your hand when i have not even an angel to fly to such heights?
the god of volcanoes erupts upon your passionate embrace, do you hear me, my stricken heart ****** rapture? once a Siren decided to listen, and the whole world was drowned in ineffable noise,
the pangs of your genius reveals, such heart ached soft cries, from one who can barley listen,
without a tear coming to his eye, as Eagles collide, with such impetuous hosts,
what could begin with so many worldly blessings, my dear, my executioner,
hear my cries! it could never be thus! had the stars pulsed without fuss, my vindex and queen,
my party and dream, the first and the last, the mother and father, the abyss the phantoms,
the time o' wandering is over, action ahead! the griffen stiffens at breakneck speed!
the metals of anvils meld at the speed of light, and who am i to weld so slow!
the friction quickens still, the heart that beats within me, quicker still!
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