The burning king


Crowning my head with silver
Like shining morning dew.
Gorging my body with a delightful shiver,
My sweet day, It was you.
For weeks, I woke up full of fire;
My Prometheus,
You brought me unbearable desire.
From the Olympus all the precious.
 
Now alone I must carry the remembrance of our last embrace.
 
My heart may be broken,
A glooming pain awoken,
But I will remember
Only our joyfull share.
When in forest we made love without care.
I will stay your smiling lover.
Do the same,
And together sadness we will tame.
 
Fly high my cuckoo,
Be the beauty that mesmerizes,
Be my wonder who hypnotizes
Be my everlasting sunrise,
 
And under you,
 
I will arise
Nude in scarcity of loneliness
But by all your kisses, blessed.
Do you see the light on the distant coast?
She waits for me, her infant lost,
Bearer of poetry, weaver of paradise.
 
Again, I will arise
Full of proud wrath,
Urging the sun to fill me with warmth,
As you did with your eyes.
 
As a fighter I will arise,
Claiming my prize.
All the lands are mine.
I am the chosen one.
From clouds, the golden son.
Watch me shine.
I am the burning king
Who cuts loose all the strings,
Covered in ashes
And platinium splashes.
 
Free as a swallow
I will reach Faro.
I am the one who will reign
And one day, you will mourn our lovely twain.

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