The poet arrives at the desert one evening
crying lonely laments of desperation to the moon.
His pride tried to hide his suffering
but a drop of salt betrayed his will of power.
The goddess of fire slept on her sandy rug
and killed the light of her floating torch
and died... left a hole in the heavens.
He cried...
Vamp Ikarus
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