You, my minstrel of winter snow
I wait into the wind's blow
I hear out your mystic music flows
Catching your magic glimmer glow
I, a sadic mistress of distress
scowling in my scarlet dress
scrawling a scrubby scratch
scrap of a screaming caress
We, fill with fire the finest feeling
we share foolish phantoms of love
full of fragile phobias from above
and fantasy story of old glory
Mine, the kiss of the miss in the bliss
yours, you miss the messy hiss' abyss
We, look at the murk cracking up..
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