rampia Poetry (1)

Ooo sweet mist from darkend mountains,roll in my forest of twitherd twine, seep in my blood like ruby wine.
Blue ice eyes that rip the skin of ice capped lakes,my fire burns for for your touch,your touch.
my chest thick with crystal cut deep in steel coated layers,sheet cool steel baby,my fire burns for your touch. your touch blue baby.
Cabbin's fire burns sweet flame's,finest malt mounts blue ice cub's,sweet mist rolls in ,sink in my coat warm from,winters sharpend egde...