But you can lie next to me,

I’ll let you be mine King-bee…

Do you know we can be heroes?

Can you feel this scent of roses?..

And we can destroy our foes;

I feel the real myself in my sad poems…

in which I meet with all my vice,

that you can see in real size;

And after writing I can rise

to shining stars, to know, what’s wise;

Despite the Dark, I’m coming through,