8 The Badger’s Silk Moon

You of fire,

Her of sand,

Did you really believe that your interaction would be anything less than a see through glass?

Her time actually ticks,

Whilest your’s just fades;

You’re clinically driven a deranged un-sane.

She is life, for you are death;

Laughing out loud you shouldn’t have thought less.

It’s acceptable the inevitable,

Your uttering of bliss…dismiss.

For the badger is a damner,

Now wifed and off the list.

You had her in moment, once,

Moon’ng and dark alight;

For even the stars shewn glory,

Her life was the sun of light.

She arched and she prayed,

Under your soul mundane:

Calling as she really saw you; poetically dead and vane.

You’re weightless and entrapping,

While she silked freely and fly’d.

It’s too late you can’t capture

What you thought you ever had was just my lie.

Accept your not worthy,

Be fucking thankful i gave you taste.

For i am worlds’ order, your life you beg me to take.

Once more i delcare to you accept it so,

That her love and her aura;

You will never have again aglow.

Not even that you mishandled,

It’s just that unfortunate for you:

That I’ll tease you with love…

Until death come to you due.