Joy
- Voices, words of joy.
- The tongue of the serpent speaks.
- Her lips red as wine.
- Her skin pale as the dusk.
- A gown,
- blood stained from all her victims.
- Rare reptile in the night.
- Strange roads stretched out before us.
- Shall we take the risk?
- When we get lost in the forest of fear,
- we’ll make a fire and join hands,
- A feast of love.
- Brief encounter with the unknown
- makes us believe that there’s light
- on the other side.