under blue moon
i stand looking at a frozen field
and the purple naga princess
eyes black and cold glinting
she whispers in my ear
with flicks of passion
as snakes start to rise
from the ground and crawl
to where the moonlight
has flooded a marble tinged altar before us
she tells me they have risen
to dwell in my heart
that this is the cause
of so much pain
no longer content to stay under
she sighs softly
to be a vessel
to emptiness
will fill you with such cold
you will fast feel nothing
and when that moment comes
and your heart is their new nest
the kiss i will give you
will burn with branding
and in that moment
you will see past all pain.