Fair Thee Well My Fallon, Ancient Child
Taking a handful of their hair amid my palm I began to drag they
Screaming unto the cliff's edge while Bobby, held their prince at bay....
Grunting like a sow in heat his little horn gasping, for another days breath
While as her banshee queen pleads for just one more kiss; these waterfalls waiting
Melting skies poetic time seems ? Reverberating love's tears he cries heaven sighs, goodbye.
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