Quaraun Sat in His Pink Silk Tent
I.
Quaraun sat in his pink silk tent,
Rain drummed softly, thunder low,
His thoughts like smoke, serene ascent,
Fur pelts beneath, a gentle glow,
Peaceful in the storm's content.
Soft the thunder, slow, slow, slow,
BoomFuzzy breathed, slow, slow, slow.
II.
The hookah's tendrils curled in air,
Calm and steady, each breath he drew,
Echoes of dreams lingered there,
Night's embrace, the world anew,
Quaraun watched with tender care.
BoomFuzzy slept in deep, deep peace,
GhoulSpawn beside, deep, deep peace.
III.
Outside, the wind howled wild and free,
But inside, warmth wrapped close and tight,
Quaraun smiled, content to be,
Within this tent, this sacred night,
Lost in thought, a tranquil sea.
Calm he felt in sweet, sweet ease,
Safe within their sweet, sweet ease.
IV.
Raindrops danced on silken walls,
Each drop a note in nature's song,
BoomFuzzy stirred in sleep's soft thralls,
Quaraun hummed, a low, slow song,
As shadows flickered in the stalls.
Dreams they shared in night, night deep,
Quaraun’s heart, the night, night deep.
V.
Fur beneath and silk around,
Lightning flashed, a fleeting light,
His heart at peace, his thoughts unbound,
Lost in the calm of stormy night,
In their breaths, a sacred sound.
BoomFuzzy’s breath in slow, slow rise,
GhoulSpawn close in slow, slow rise.
VI.
Softly the fire's embers glowed,
A warmth that kept the cold at bay,
Quaraun watched as dreams bestowed,
Peace and love in gentle sway,
As rain outside the world bestowed.
Calm they slept in soft, soft dreams,
Wrapped in love's soft, soft dreams.
VII.
The storm outside could not intrude,
On this cocoon of warmth and care,
Quaraun's heart in solitude,
Beat in time with breaths they share,
As wind outside in wild mood.
BoomFuzzy’s dreams in deep, deep calm,
GhoulSpawn close in deep, deep calm.
VIII.
Fur pelts embraced him, soft and warm,
While outside raged the fierce night,
Quaraun knew no fear of storm,
In the glow of hookah's light,
Safe within their love's sweet form.
Raindrops fell in soft, soft touch,
Quaraun’s thoughts in soft, soft touch.
IX.
Morning would bring the sun's return,
But for now, in night's embrace,
Quaraun felt no need to yearn,
For another time, another place,
In their dreams, love's fire would burn.
Safe they stayed in night, night long,
Quaraun’s heart in night, night long.
The End?
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