Gold

The gold runs like blood from deep within,

Like a fury of thunder demanding to be heard.

It beats with my heart as my senses sharpen,

As your breath shudders while you drift off to sleep.

I feel the gold flow as I drift off to that gentle goodnight,

For I know you’ll be waiting for me through the mist of a nightmare.

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