transient.dream slowly fading like the golden flowers of Spring The Impotent Goddess who lays down her splendor and evaporates into the crystal sky. she sweetly surrenders the Golden Sun unto the gentle arms of the world and we experience Springs first rose gently.exfoliating her fragile form and liberating her divine beauty the benign butterfly gets entangled in the silky gossamer of Earth. so fervent and eager to escape./ and experience her utopian pretense she shakes herself free. she flexes her wings for the first time and lets the gentle breeze carry her to her destination.
Wandering lost and forsaken on the pale streets of Versailles In the earliest throes of sunlight The wind breathing low through the velvet breeze I felt Death’s gentle touch In the tranquil hour of this propulsive dawn As delicate as a raven’s wing As soothing as the quiet benevolence of an angel (He was waiting within the steel garden jaws clenched in anticipation to deviate me to the contented kingdom and my innumerable dreams.) Take me now I am ready. Free me From the prison with no bars Societal tendencies and civil bias Breaking my will to survive,
damn it. the poem had very different spacing than what it shows i posted. oh well. oh and thanks dragon angel biker
