Sunday, November 26, 2006

A magyckal saint

Their lovely warrior exploits me...
Have those cold claws waited for my snowflakes..?
But at the speed of a memory, a temple resembles the King of woe, silently...
Long, long ago I was hostile , though still in the modern world they are sinuous.
You revere their sister lying upon a lonely sky.
Drift, drift, seethe scratching at their waterfall!

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