Prisoner of love, passions cage
midnight storms in total rage
a broken mirror on the wall
a fading voice from down the hall
fire or water? Heaven or hell?
There seems to be no way to tell.
Passion lures and then entraps
left or right? Front or back?
Shattered glass carpets the floor
upon the ceiling lies the door.
In the center of it all over the window and through the wall
lies a field of wildflowers in all the colors I have never seen
rows of fragrant rose bushes where a dragon roams free.
Passion holds me tight in his embrace
and I stare him straight in the face...
Yet I wonder friend or foe?
No one is to ever know.
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