Upon the wings of a dream she rides. Close she comes to me fills me with light. Towards the dark side of the moon we fly. She sings me a tune away through the silver starlight. I don't want to wake up this time. I'm alive on this serpent ride. In the grace of our love we writhe in pain. Further into this solar fog mesmerised. A drop of her blood tastes like wine. I answer her call with a rhyme:. “that is not dead which can eternal lie. yet with strange aeons death may die”. [H.P.Lovecraft]. In your eyes lies the world where I don't wanna go. Said you’ve changed but I don't believe in miracles. Since you conquered my heart we’ve never been apart. One day we'll close our eyes open them again. And discover each other. So I open up my eyes. She treats me with a smile. From her wrists flows wine