Thursday, May 27, 2010

Starcrossed (Headline Poem)

If you're introducing Dahlia, a new monster could break free.

Lust.
Craving.
Passion.
Fire.
Ecstacy.
Rapture.

Comes, she comes for you, exposing who's the fairest of them all.

Good night, my lady, my love, my muse.

Angels of sorts dream seeing clearly.

Our story will not end with golden gates.

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