The subtle touch of lips brushing by
Like crackling woods in a fire nearby
A faint warmth, creeping over me
Soft blankets, I'm drowning in the heat
Tender caresses of the drifting breeze
Mirths of laughter beneath the shadowy trees
Supple fingers across the chessboard
Losing the bet, hands still on the sword
Smokes rising from the deadly ashes
Last crimson rays, shining on the corpses
Flickering flames in the growing shadows
Will you be the king to my sacred hallows?
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