An unseeable mountain split the stream into a duet. Falling in harmony, singing erotica and caring for nothing. A floating pair of little ponds at the foot, bathing in golden light. Dancing in the rain of love. Symmetry at its pleasing best. But locked up eyes only got shame in return. Such a tragedy. Not a brave soul it seemed; dare to stand before a flaming breath and kiss the dragon on her burning lips.
I was a knight in another life. Nothing could've stood between the magnificent blade of mine and another accolade to behold.
Pity! How have the times changed.