HAVOC
there are moments in the sun rise when burning embers, rubey red sear through the skyies.
continuesly they climb on a momentious wave
unstopable.
all creatures of the night brey at their coming wind cold and loanly, now sweeps underlying valley with sweet magic and turnes ice to spring
let go and roar with the thunder of a forest fire, hiss and snap leaving a chared undertone where ever your foot may stamp.
heat up your icy heart and where there is Love let us never part. tho the moonlight may hold mistery. the everlasting orora of a coming dawn will carry with it eternity.
so sit here and piddle i may. but my undying love is as young for you as the first red red rose of may.
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