A Child Of Malkav Speaks

A frenzy of care and hate,
a passionate breath on the neck of one dead November,
a ship lost in the clouds of thought,
a mad wizard who has ran out of spells,
the frog that never became a prince,
the lost kiss of a tree in the desert that once prospered,
a beggar that laughs at the rude,
a man who died in love,
a step towards the fall,
the milk of the mother sea,
the carefree fauns in the bushes,
the dream of a blind traveler,
a swim in the fantasy of an adolescent rush,
the dream of a limp climber.
O, summer night, so full of magic, lust, love and conjurations,
wherefore are the adoration, the starts, the dreams, they have all turned to ashes..