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,

portrait deframed.

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...