crisping by the thorns of dawn
in my last fall for daylight
stealing my own horns of faun
t`wards the Island of delight
I have let my hollow spheres
all to slip in second thoughts
un-wanting the leading sheers
sheers black as sunken fraughts
and the void I try to crib
you fulfilled next to my shelter
as I found you under rib
blinding leaves with fire welter
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harryboslem
14:45 Jul 11 2011
Excellent, need I say more?
Dragonrouge
00:23 Aug 23 2011
Thank you!