Anyway the Wind BlowsLa Boheme molded me, bound me to her patron's will. Generations flow while I guard, no escape from reality.Armies wheel my nemesis, his stone-sculpted face raised in challenge. He asks, "So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye?"His armies go. The city grows, spilling over the walls. I reply, "You feel La Boheme's power.""I see a little silhouette of a man."Generations pass. His power reigns upon the city, breaking stone into pebbles. My body's aching all the time. Galileo, Galileo. Goodbye. The winds blow fragments of my body. I cry, accepting mortality.
Wow! Queen and Aidan! What a combination! Rock on!
Aiden! Damn! You found out my weakness. Love Queen. LOL This was exceptionally well done, my man.
Thanks RJ & Deb.