Damaso

Dazzled

I want to invoke the Master
but the Savage lurks swiftly
he smells the blood and hears the fear
they fight over the flame of real being
to the bitter end

This is not an end, but a means
the flame leads them to it
life blossoms and shines in sensitive aromas

Dazzled, both sigh
they go mad, the fire in their gazes!
they don\'t blink with thunderous jealousy

The Master thinks to sweetly enamor life
to wrap it in his feelings when it feels cold
tickles of beautiful words seek bliss,
her beautiful smile

The Savage thinks of nothing and no one,
he only goes out to satisfy his selfish hunger
he runs desperately, pulsating loudly, drooling
he savors at last, devouring it once and for all,
so he no longer has to share the fear.