Would you trade your green grass and silver moons ; To become the sun , would you not mind burning . Trading places for parity , extorting cushions off the patios , claiming thrones and thorned halos all at once . Would you skip dusks, to dance along the medleys at dingy dungeons Would entangled torments pleasure you if vineyards fall short of wine Would blood serve purpose of that maleficient lust, would pain hover past the melancholic shadows and righteously bring joy. Leaning against the walls devoid of windows , your peach black soul fantasise loneliness Rejoiced you, if rejoins the creed ,and new you won't grow a pair , would eternity cease being forever... Would home be whole again with you in it ‽ You/me ; would/wouldn't Hounds And Homes