NEON JUNGLE
Far from the highways that scar her body she wears his Halo runs into the never
These lands are young where waters kiss sacred creatures eternal masses Fires cool the tempted flames dance divine our thoughts arise serpents from the abyss In the setting distance sacred ones circle feathered hearts of life's vibration Release your life force impale me with time take my thoughts leave me only dreams.
'The Icaro of the Black Robin' by Regan O'Callaghan'Neon Jungle' by Cal AthanThis poem and artwork and more can be found in the book "The Sway"