Male (A Forest of Stars)

Rough pencil scrawls of what could have been... Bright flowers there were I somehow couldn't catch their scent it seemed Colours weren't quite right... ? A fumbled tickle of summer sandblasted by the jackbooted night Sun went down Moon rose We basked in the whitewash somewhere near opaque silence Just as ghosts in a storm of black noise... Cold fixed stars shining all over the tight tarpaulin of unsun void only. Separation All stars screaming ... needle holes in heaven... Another nameless soul on the blacklist Snorted the sun, saved the moon for morning Now awaiting further gathering of the clouds Bathed in grey stroke black -no way out it keeps coming back Noise preventing rebirth We bathe in shreds of whispering glass Moon fell Sun cried Kept the dragon down, chasing the moon now With my teeth? And claws! Down dragon Moon chased Teeth wide open Claws at your pretty throat Afell asun, arose athunder! I am an e-flat mage Chemical curses on the rampage Head full of daggers For the backs of random strangers I suggest you keep an eye or three Upon your enemies... my dear! Accidental summer caught mid coitus Smiling winter zips the up ... Saunters aways with a whistle Whilst the good weather bleeds rain, torn asunder ... Tears for the cold dried only by their owner Nowhere left now, death of our only summer