Give in to me!
Forget the flowers and the sun,
the dandylion light of day,
the naive blooms of spring to come,
the lazy, catatonic May.
I'll give you frost so cold you'll freeze
and burn in darkness with the stars,
the mad night rushing through my veins,
the black shine of forgotten scars.
Give in to me!
I'll be your queen, I'll be your slave;
entwined around you and cold as ice.
My love, we'll never warm a grave,
we'll burn the road to paradise.
I'll give you rhythm, worlds beneath your feet,
the bloody beat of crazy drums that call
in saltmine tears to loves we never meet,
in red-thorned fields to foes that never fall.
Come - kiss my hand!
Come - conquer me...
You don't need a safe place to land,
it's fire that that makes history.
I'm drinking a lovely Chianti and listening to Jennifer Hudson (And I am telling you, I'm not going). I'll have to pick up another bottle for your arrival.
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