the ancient dragon’s soothing breath brought me comforts sweet and warm and though his voice spoke not of death the flames behind it meant me harm for dragons know not mercy’s pure nor have they souls at all and though on his lies did I soar the truth was in my fall
the pearls once cold and light upon her naked breast glow now red in bolder blush of warm winds from the west filled as they are with inner fires of unrequited thoughts she casts all ornament aside to end the passion’s torture.
as her pearls fall without restraint they burn the ground beneath and thus may she within its flames discover her release.
Her pearls they cool and lie now white for peacocks to eat in the night.
an angel sang her songs to me in tones as deep as sin and on each note her lips grew close to reveal the red within as behind this angel’s mask dark demon’s eyes did glow and her voice of velvet lust did tempt desires below