And so it came to pass (II)

And so it came to pass
on the night of the Multitude,
she walked into the roam
and made his heart her room.
She chose him alone
and the leg he bore in her tree.
She moaned with her eyes in the clouds
and wished nights like this always came
then she came on the sheets
only to wake and cry aloud
She prayed to be stuck in such dreams,
where she became a soft ground.
Goodnight…

Ruddapoet Rudolph