Of Gypsies and Butterflies

The sun bleeds over my face.

(I’m on fire)

Spontaneously combusting over these velvet hills.

(Onwards I push)

I walked away today a murderer,

But I will return to save the world.

A tiger always returns for its meat.

These spiders once crept through my veins.

Winter turned my blood to ice.

Time froze and temperance played its song out upon my hollow ribcage.

(Fall into the flames)

(Unthaw those god awful eyes)

Fire circles and overtakes the vessel.

Hell now has a new yacht.

(I place bets with the devil)

The volcano erupts as I swim in the lava.

Ashes fall from the sky above.

This is Pompeii. This is absolution.

In a soft haze of smoke we fall.

Blankets of grey swallow the city and the glowing orange captivates us all.

The world is washed clean and the white ash entrances the earth into an eternal winter.

A unicorn bathes in the misty shores admiring the heat.

Its beauty radiates and fills the darkened void with compassion.

(A single spark ignites the air)

Magic bleeds out into the snow and we fall in love between catastrophes.