inside the mystic graveyard
dancing with the dead
we smoke stale cigarettes
on top of cold beds
while moonbeam fairies
float all about
whispering their unbreathable
chants inside our hearts

my Magic
so close, so warm

wrap your words of wisdom
around my insane world
keep me close by side
hear my curse and claim my soul

You, my Savior, my Dark Angel
Your wings of love ~
incandescent sheets
beating with life so brilliant

teach me your ways
that I may speak your language

become my flesh
make me whole
let me love again

my Butterfly King

02/24/1996

Posted on 10/06/2004
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