Drifting on clouds of my own creation.
From magical secrets I have kept hidden in the dark.
Looking into the heavens like a voyeur.
Where lightning descends its ribbons.
The aura of her silhouette appears.
Her wings like a soft magnet cling tightly.
I can feel her forbidden fruits.
I can hear her murmurs of crimson erupting.
Ravenously she devours my drawbridge where my crown dangles.
My eyes quietly close to carry on this dream.
Soaring into the realms of glory.

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