A Saint
Furnace and burned to a crisp; a blade slitting your wrist
I love my love; I love my maiden; her worthless is shift
The light burns for her words; the words burn into my face
I sea the light at the bottom of the oceans; searched in the abyss
Foundation is necessary; without a garden; the flowers are left for poachers
The flower grows in a blossomed garden; for the breath of a soldier
My maiden is my life; my way; my waves in the tides of change
Without her life in chains; I sea waves of primal rage
Words search the page of the abyss; sages and their hiss
Yet they are devoured by the plague of snakes and their hiss
The Garden of Eden; we are a naught sacrelgious Adam and Eve
For we blaspheme snakes that devour foxes; a frostbitten apple in tree
My maiden's cold bite; created permafrost and heck
The scales of frost are frozen; flames of hell have lost their neck
I am a Owl; a Saint; frostbitten in this tenacious winter wonderland
For neither bite was necessary; they tongue kissed; and asunder man
I love Angels; they're love and grace relish my tongue and shine
For who knows what Heaven adores; when Heck's Sun is light
I am a Saint; in Heaven above with a Halo
For with my snake tongue; I make love to a Angel
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