My lady's eyes are red as cind'ring fire;
Red roses rank but second to her cheeks;
A single flap of ragged amber flyers
Will get the gallant others gone for weeks.
Out past the open opal glades, she glides;
My sunshine nearly never treads the ground;
A single laugh, and brave Sir Ludwig hides,
But her enchanting tongue leaves me spellbound.
The ashy breath that from her nostrils pours
Is but the prologue to a ruby blaze;
Th' unfortunate nay-sayer is my horse,
Who skillfully avoids her smold'ring gaze,
But when we have a moment, her and I,
She lifts me up and takes me to the sky.
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Lost Tales of Kirev
बेतरतीबThese are my shorter writing pieces. Not all of them are from the Kirev universe, but most fiction pieces will be compatible with it. I write everything from short stories to poetry to essays. Stay tuned! - - - - - - - - Remember to comment and vote...
