I slept three times,
And had three dreams,
Ov you,

I Crave You Every Day

Drub to line,
Falter and blown,
Like a submarine,
I decay.

My Sun Got Lost

Shadow is never heaven,
Spoken like chariots,
Fire for liars,
And lions for Christians,
My first sun,
Set and sold,
Like a slave,
Shackled to sky,
By smoldering spell books,
Thrown with pitch,
After walking on water,
Witches burn.