flame of the nightOh gentle flame, who licks at the nightflame of the night9 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Would nor grant my wish, than wish my dreams
But love cannot be told, such a sad sight
Dragon's breath does in my means
The little tyger plays but cannot fire
With little cat feet he writes what cannot be
But for telling me he is not the lyre
It held it's breath, dear immortality
Speak softly, who's to tell us our loved cannot live?
But you, who has taken more than I can give.