Red-Dragon, 25 marca 2012
A Dribble a Trickle a Dram a Splash
Flowing Down a Brae Past the Steading
Rushing Over Rocks Creating Crag and Tails
Waves Wash and Bleather on the Bank
Water Shimmers and Shines in the Sunlight so Braw
Dinnlin the Earth and Trees as it Flows
Over Moor and Though Glen Toward Linn and Loch
Eventually Passing a Stone-Thrust and Becoming the Sea
This is the Path of a Burn
Red-Dragon, 25 marca 2012
We are memory’s preserved and not forgot
We become ghosts or spirit hosts
In life we hate the name, In death we feel no shame
Body’s Evicted and re-homed in the dirt
But that’s not for me as I stated before passing I want to be cremated
I added to my will as a must a request for my mortal dust
It was a simple wish find a peaceful place full of fish
And set me free as this is where I will finally rest
Red-Dragon, 25 marca 2012
Looking down at her dead face
I tie the ribbon in a foolish way
The delicious fragility of her china doll complexion
The atmosphere feels so heavy with this travesty
Her loved ones remember her smile and her laugh
Their tearful eyes I try to avoid
As I can see there pain!
Red-Dragon, 25 marca 2012
Here lies the dilapidated body of a phoenix, Its fiery blood flowing and pulsing like lava
Its eyes of deep amber set in anger, Screeching out for beautiful metamorphosis
That will come with its pending resurrection, Into the ashes it drops to be reborn
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