Aye Lass…the moon be full,
I am of a mood to go dance with the dragons.
They do know me,
Fondly from the last time we wandered the floor
To awkward rhythms,
And unknown steps.
They do remember
Those waltzes
Knee deep in passions
Knee deep in blood.
Aye lass, the moon is full
And I wish to wander in dreams
Of drama
Of daring
Of pirouettes on the end of limbs
Of life.