Burning Ice

Like burning ice you will never die

but I fear for you,

my dark-eyed saint

 

I fear the wisps of venom

that rise

from your silvered lips

like demon mist

 

I fear the wicked light

in your eyes,

The angel’s might

in your sword’s death kiss

 

Once we danced through fields

of dandelion seeds,

the evening breeze

like a  fading wish

 

Now you burn like ice,

my dark-eyed saint,

and I fear for you

I fear for you

 

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