A golden Firefly at dusk, Illuminates the yellow sky with pale streaks of light.
It's overwhelming glow blinds the weak of heart. and forces them
to see what is not theirs.
Orange tulips wild and free
tell us things that can never be.
the pains of past are horns of plight
forever bow at hatreds might
A whiter breeze, that shallow feel.
a straining force that makes me kneel
a breath so cold it make me warm
like a gentle trample of a swarm
with bats and bees that have no wings
where on my feet I feel the stings
a poison bite, a rabid claw.
as veins erupt I stand in awe.
I feel the venom in my head.
it hurts me so. I'm still not dead
a needled itch goes down my throat.
I see a light. I'm on my boat.
and as I travel through the see
a simple wave will tarnish me.
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