Guise the moon and eclipse my crown,
A thousand thoughts stampede.
Strike with lightening - drought,
Stoke my heart's amber,
Its skin billows foul air.
Grill my demons' fears, those pricks,
They conjure wetness in my pants -
A rampaging fire from my tap.
Let my heart's amber light the path,
When fairies or djin hunt me the chest
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