There is
a dripping.
Hot and thick,
the droplets
Peck at
my flesh
Like pigeons,
ravenous birds.
I strike another
match.
Wind blows it out.
I swear.
I better hurry,
the pigeons
are about
to tear through
my "cowboy killer".
I have one more Match.
I strike him, lovingly;
I need him strong,
I have plans
for my child.
I hold his
ambitions
and light the way
for my
True Love.
Take the first drag,
waving my son
aside.
And
Oh...
There she is.
My lady,
My mistress.
She sets my soul on "cool"
and whispers
her silent melody.
The Sky screams.
My lady sings
of it's beauty.
Another scream,
and I can hear
that beautiful
symphony.
The joy.
The power.
My mind
dances in
its brilliance,
fire burning down
the barriers between Heaven
and Hell.
These winged rats
are tearing me apart
in droves.
My little
warrior woman keeps
the legacy alive.
I taste death
on her lips
and cry
for more thunder.
