Santos e Spiritos
Weiss Kreuz
Aya/Yohji
Flashing vermilion - tropic bromeliad - poisoned delight
Kiss to frozen lips – free the caged beast inside
Stilted emotions – revelations mask desire
Banked beneath a Lazarian complex
Unsure of the shifting sands
Your heart, a masquerade of gilded mirrors
Reflecting outward – my fear and truth
Awaken me, o'Prince, from this night terror
I thrash in my horror – your face dripping wet life into a lake of doubt
Stolen breath, met with fervent wishes
Lock up my conscious mind away from the darkness
Your glory upon my brow, your fingers in my hair
Chipped emeralds glisten above sakura softness
Dewy and warm they catch my breath
O'thief of dreams, my fantasies are mine alone
This portal I have sealed shut on rusty hinges –
Hidden behind a crimson curtain, blood speckled and cracked
My life in your hands, Puck, and I am a fool for believing such a knave as you
I am a fool, but you are Apollo and mine eyes are burned