Friday, September 10, 2021

Midnight Butterfly

Lightning powered firefly
He's my midnight butterfly
Painted moth to candlelight
Speaking to me as I write
Skip the cordial kiss and hi
We don't work in surface lies
Never color in the lines
Higher octave, outer mind
Thunder clouds and stormy skies
Dark and deadly ocean tides
Black moon Lilith on the rise
Eerie eddies in her eyes
Here it's always Autumn time
Halloween is every night

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