Comments about Slevin Kelevra
Upon a time it happened once;
and once upon a time:
A story during which you'll sense,
Betrayal as a crime.
A heart cut with a kitchen knife
but spirit still too wild,
the girl with no one in her life,
The Sun made her his child.
The Sun kept shining all her days
and when at night she sleeps,
It's when The Sun -despite his may-
feels cold and gently weeps...
A day of these; she slept all noon
and woke up in the night,
When Raven stared into the moon...
...The moon, 'SHE THOUGHT' was bright!
She stared, She gazed, She ...