dream - 12/11/19

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.