Current mood:	contemplative
Current music:	Morning Silence

A Dangerous Morning
Danger lies dreaming in red hair and white skin,
Draped in satin she seductively strips away my caution,
Her head perched on a pillow,
Sleepy eyes and tussled hair hiding the peril within,
Despair! Men’s hearts crash upon her like salt spray on rocks,
Do not gaze at her beauty long,
For you will be trapped as a fly in a web,
Though innocents rests in her lips and heart,
Be wary the sensual silvery sentences she utters,
Your heart will subcome to her desires,
As you fall into the abyss of her shadow,
You will find yourself in the company of other lost souls,
Hate, pity, greed, envy, these will consume you,
And when you finally reach the bottom,
Your shell will be forgotten,
So as Danger lies dreaming,
And her sunset hair summons you to her side,
Do not throw caution to the wind,
For the face that can launch a thousand ships,
Can easily erase their existence.