Wake up, ream and take off vesture.
Below the orb lets swim thereat the main.
Free from the sateless nympholepsy,
With ogle that became ours again.
Sardonic warden of tenebrous curses,
Paynim with the malign oblatory knife,
The vagrom therianthropic no longer
Threat danger to our fragile lives.
Vers libre scroll i wrote , is ode to you,
My rubious sunset my theandric friend.
I ween much less than this thaumaturgy,
That i behold within my hand.
The osculum of yours is as empyreal,
As the embrace of summer’s sun.
The sleep of yours is like oblivion,
Where we can roam and more no one .
In the tentorium of our slumber
We’re sheltered by divine serenity.
And therebeside the stars are drifting
As luminous windows from dark entity.
No human stops us running on the water
With long sleek hair that fuse with wind.
No matter trammels us for we are elemental,
From thy we came, we came to laugh and sing.
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