Fears are on fire, feeling this life;
This is my poem that has strangely survived;
I’ve broken the obstacle with my perfect beat
And extolled red ash to being my print.
Putting your ace, think - gonna miss?
But running from me - you run from abyss;
This painful and timid so sad hesitation,
Not now your direction but it’s spirits connection.
You don’t know at all - I really can be
Like various substance - queeen, slave as you see,
Your puppet or girl who plays in your toys;
I often can hear your ironic voice.
Demonic or saint, white light of dark star,
Our essence of space now is not apart;
I feel every sound, my brother in soul-
I’ll heal every wound in angelic role.
Don’t fight me, beloved, don’t try to break hard-
I’ll show you new world, the rainbow Asgard;
Denying pure love you’re making it dirty,(Dany's in pure love but making me dirty...)
So that I can be (could be) but I am (now I'm))) immortal.
Primordial gust dissolved at night,
I’m cleaving melodious silent moon light;
I’ve appeared between life and death like cold(hot) spirit,
I don’t look down on you (All the doors were unLocked), stay alive and just hear it (feel my love and reveal it).