December 2, 2003
))) Ode to Starbelly's Tresses (((
Silken waves of brightly spun gold
Tease me from a point far distant
Angelic and timeless, her spirit
Refreshes my own even though we're
But many leagues removed
Even now, I can feel those strands
Light and delicate against my own skin
Lovingly dusting my aura with memory of
Yesterdays I dutifully cherish
Soulsinger echoing the artist within.
There is a sweet tragedy as I inhale the
Rogue's sleeping poison imbued within
Each luminous fiber of her Lady's mane
Seductively rich in texture; An illusion
So real wrapping about my very neck
Exquisitely I perish calmly as her crown of
Sunlight caresses the last spark from my eyes.
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