At a Biker's Bar
Posted by randomwalk at 08:07 AM on August 5, 2005.
"My soul is wrapped in harsh repose,
Midnight descends in raven-colored clothes,
But soft... behold! A sunlight beam
Butting a swath of glimmering gleam.
My heart expands,
'tis grown a bulge in it,
Inspired by your beauty...
Effulgent."
- Spike
Currently feeling: quixotic
drifting?