Big dreams are scattered by necessity.
Yes, approached by his lust and poisoned apples that almost succeed to tempt my carnal mind.
My love for her is too Divine.
A love to grand to sell my pauper marrow.
Instead as a vagabond watching flashes of what could be from inside a stowaway freight of a dusted dream.
Too high a price, request is void.
My nature is complicated, less devious than wise.
For how could i not abhor my plight to forfeit the will which is my birthright.
Tamper with flies and the true challenge dies.
Pioneerheart, callous with hard won labor.
Calm flesh please, let my passions not be carried away by treacherous rapids.
For the moonlight will gleam its luminent phantoms.
Cast the shadow wherever else, and not in my tactneness
In the vastness they dwell and promises fattened by murky, perilous, vicious quadrant