Stuck in Kingdoms Unknown
By E1d0l0n
In bed of white sand,
sinking to Kingdoms unknown,
I travel while dreaming,
clinging to honey of one lonely drone.
Stuck at dawn,
covered in luminous sand,
I dig down further
to a cavity below.
Caught in a realm of abyss
I search for my savior,
a savior to possess.
Through shadowed land,
I sift through sticky sand.
Climbing out of burnt sand
dazed by the light
I reach for starlight,
that leads to the prompt
of my provocative 'marplot.'
The Specter works by moonlight.
He scolds with ruby kisses,
and lures hidden emotions from deep down.
He is a Vandal of sweet faces.
© LSH 1998
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