Dan'ior Lina

don't struggle anymore, just let it fall...

let the night fall heavy on your shoulders

coz' I know for a fact that the marble you're made of

it's even tougher than the ones known as your moulders,

for the marble you're made of is pure and white,

as their hands are full of gold, much as your eyes;

eyes that burn so hot they make the Sun look cold and small. 

through those flames I've seen demons swirls and rise,

as they've seen the sins made by this world and more...

while it falls, the night, pull it over you tight,

cloak yourself into it, let its stars brush off your chicks,

and the moon touch your heart so the moon again be bright

for your soul is sheer light, a safe haven from the blight.

your mouth still draws the best smiles I’ve seen in ages,

watching you smile it's watching roses blooming on your lips,

it's awing and addictive as you're wearing the colour of red wine

and one does not simply drink your wine in little sips.

next time you decide to see the whole world in your hand,

with its flaws, spinning, full of wonders but slow,

don't use a dragonfly's wings and eyes, use your own,

as the wind vowed to give you wings and your eyes already glow.

when you're off again, dancing naked on lost shores of lost lakes,

send me word so I can come and write off that beauty you hold

in your dance with the night as a partner, that and more...

for the night is young, you're full of youth and you are bold!