The Hermits Warning

The fated looms
Charmingly close
As eyes exhume
Buried deep lows
And hands astray
Cautiously stroke
As words give way
To silent smokes

And the dazed rose darling
Hears the hermits warning
That the look of lust is
Always starving

As morning shines
On golden sweat
There's telltale signs
Of parting threats
The three of swords
A leaving gift
As fate rewards
The lovers rift

And the dazed rose darling
Hears the hermits warning
That the look of lust is
Always starving



Credits
Writer(s): Ezme Ilona Hefter
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