Honeys of dew
Drop down a hue
Petal, where resting opposite
A butterfly does sit.
And underneath a branch
Will swing and dance
Crazy, dripping to the sweet, young, parched
Buds, drowning them in delight of chance.
A little above that scene
The largest sight ever been
Seen in the histories glorious
Was of forests mysterious.
Out of the rustle
Fly beasts of passion,
Too engaged, occupied in their tussle
To notice a mortal, a fading attire.
And beyond their limits of freedom
Approaches a dooming storm鈥�
It鈥檚 Satanic mirth all knowing,
Winds howl, woeing.
Then a flaming drop smacks the frog
As the Heavens to kill break free.
I wake up mind misted by the torched
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