Distinct lack of water.

As I Watch you dance on top of gravestone 

But these are not graves and there are no stones 

There’s a distinct lack of water to walk on 

And the dragon has webbed feet 

And feathers on its peak 

as it clutches At red offerings.
that’s alignment who was Bourne a owl 

Who tuned a bowl and built a bow 

To play my strings until i sweep and wave

Myself to a stream to pick maple seed.

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