Pon Farrby Nanou Mergaerts fb to mithril_darglos at hotmail dot com
Living in a fire
Painfully it burns Evrytime it grows higher Release is what it yearns Growing is the heat Growing is the fire Even harder now to breathe High is the desire Denied, no one there to mate with Now you have to kill There is no excuse for what you did It gives you a cold chill It is over It is the end You have no lover There is only the death of your friend Sad you go to sickbay But once there, you get happy again Bones saved the day Because there he is alive and well, your best friend Back to the All-Ages Kirk/Spock Archive, or just back to the rest of the poetry section |