Lizard
Dreams
The blood flows counter clockwise
...a crimson pool, swirling.
An end to dreams and passions,
to love, truth and gods,
Memories slowly fold their petals
Darkness caresses the soul.
It's been nearly thirty years now
since the Lizard King died,
and I have yet to hear the scream
of the butterfly!
The blood flows counter clockwise
in the shadows of my mind:
...a crimson swirl. Draining.
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GYPSY PETE
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