Dancing with the scarlet faeries,
Fire licks my airborne feet,
Arms fly out, the sky around me,
Every breath is cold and sweet.
Eyes turn black against the moonlight,
Water melting into wine,
Stardust on the palm of my hand,
Never thought I'd have the time.
Neon heart drums out the beat,
The buttercup dreams, so sugarcane sweet,
A nightmare, a land full of verity vain,
An all for all, one for one, free falling bane.
A Brazilian sun and Siberian chill,
Windswept, November nights, rushing out in a thrill,
Autumn, thrilling and chilling, hearts, pumping, then stilling,
This race against time, in itself, is fulfilling.
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