#WritcoPoemPrompt118
Endless highways of misdirected means,
To walk along the lonely street of dreams,
To live in a world where nothing is as it seems,
And take pursuit of pleasure to extremes...
chasing a dragon without a weapon unto which I could win
the fire of kisses is the pleasures of this sin
The fruit is versatile here in the land
The spectrum of light is something most dont understand
The night is the night and the day is the day
The lost will all die and the redeemed will fly away
Not riding that ship out of here it seeems
the Dragon I have been after is soon to make himself seen