Honey of Poetry
Red-blooded moon
We drink its honey
It’s out of boon
The nightmare’s coming.
We cannot sail
The gardens faded
Poets will fail
And love is jaded.
The blind chance
leads in the nowhere
The cold changes suns
And all is over.
I took a whip
Oh, poet’s honey!
The muses weep
And it is funny.
They say find peace
And don’t be angry
They’re on their knees
And they are hungry.
Friends left me soon,
Because of money
Red-blooded moon
I drink its honey.
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