He entranced me in a way I knew no other could.
For his words were spoken like daggers into my soul.
Oh how I longed for such a beauty.
A withering flower left with no substance in this world,
But yet finally a storm to feed my vitality.
He was the rain that pierced through the crackled ground.
And brought life to Willow’s grave.
A new encounter, perhaps.
But it is an eternity that our hearts have known one
another.
Now here he lies, entangled in my subconscious.
A lighted incense that fills my mind with the fragrance of
Dragon’s blood.
Seeping into every crevice and enthralling my spiritual
sense.
He is untraveled, but not for long.
Soon I shall begin my demolition of the barriers I know he
obtains.
And make way into the core essence of his being.
I yearn for all of which his, in every aspect I can reap.
For he entranced me in a way I knew no other could,
And with that, I desire.
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Ashlie Pfeifer
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