• never to have mine eyes see such a sight, i prayed.
    to remain blind is all thats left for no vision
    could compare to this symbol of beauty, rugged passion
    enclosed within this tempest wind, movements so strong
    and full of a anger from old times, this place where my
    eyes do dwell walked with legs as smooth as the
    Alaskan landscape and breathed the death of love as the
    volcanoes from the innermost fires of hates.
    her demands would make heroes tremble and lions
    bow, this force of masterful hatred would become me
    and be marked my body from her thrashings and burn
    in the sunlight would the proof of my moonlight
    conquest. she is a consuming presence, in the dark
    her eyes would grow mouths and speak lies that i
    would love and my sword would descend and make yet
    again a failure myself to taste thee forbidden
    Sean Morales
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