Firey gypsy lady With cautions thrown about Fiercely she sucks in All of what was promised In a subconscious shaking Of hands to the wind Not really knowing Where the final seeds shall blow One of less brilliance Or more ground bared Strange in hurry Can't remain Forever locked to the levy Forcing on adventure As known by edgy contemporaries In a time so outdated By overdose overdrive That there can be no authentic accounts Found peeking about In more than snippets Mostly meant to make known How perfectly poisinous That glimmer of scathing magma can be The circles close in Feeling so submersed The edge a languid curse Pushed upon a knowing green The filthy vagrant's so serene Trying hard to pound down life Like Wilde's late and gorgeous wife It seems pure prose this twisty tale Some common creature must prevail A hope below bides it's time Creasing conscious feeds the crime Seeking out more sweet delight Thriving on the fearsome fight Along will come ignition spark To tiny dancer in the dark A soul set free Will shine on Long after the crowd parts ways
