Fate was born with taboo,
Which kind of God has created?
Cast the spell of think and thin
Just bring a burned heart with you.
My uncountable mistakes robbed green lane,
Psychotic pain have been jinxed over my days . . .
A small charm of beating leaves,
Moon of the thief stole my curses away.
Lost my old broken broom
among playful light of cloudy tides . . .
Potions I've done were crushed
before tomorrow can come to me.
Kill violet candles which I lit
To wait the day your stars sway . . .
How can I survive with that broken wand?
Boil all the legend in a new cauldron,
Let smoke of music shake in their own mood . . .
I've collected mediocre flowers,
Just to send an incense to your throne.
Wandering about merry planets
Which would be shine in the "New Age" of mankind . . .
Grab my hand and ride with me,
and throw our souls upon an Astral Plane!
© BS
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