Under the crimson moonlight the shadows
beckon to invade the distance of Pegassus'
riding moment of a glorious crusade...
Pulsing by any unkindly means,
I find myself ill and ashamed for
I've been heartstruck again and again,
Forelorn in dream,
stars glimpse at me from those heaven's
above and cupid's arrow having gone
shard as it tears flesh by unmerciful shove.
Like a dying orchid in summer night's breeze
and the caterpillar coiling only to freeze the
rythmn and bleeding of this unholy shiver...
Just a man searching for his fair maiden
with but a leaf of his aura and a snake in
her natural flora endowed in that rupture
shattering internal lake. For love will be the
death of me...
as I find myself heartstruck...
again and again...