Fleet as dark and cold as sea

Bird of prey skips on by

Feed the dream live the lie

Moan she does for both of us

Fan the flame in side the body held by mind

Stone as cold as the wine we comfort in time

Fate of souls in summer dreams

Own the hold and winter dreams

Fear a cast of tired writes

Bear the cross this night

Fire on flame in waning sleep

Were it not for love we keep

Fair as al the gold left there

Tear drips in farewell stare

Flight of birds on high

Might of eagles die

Face coming rain

Site of passion still remains

Frail a tepid sound

Time the line than brings us down

Fought a battle true in the end I win you

Climb a stair to heavens gate

Fist of fate calls out you ‘re late

Lair of truth leans hard and sold

File in brazen folds

Air takes it place fire the pure of gate

Frill a cry in person known

Stare at the body shown

For in all we find

Shrink the person save the mind

Frisk a fish at coddle red

Brink of life all that is said

Find a reason to be seen

Sink the ship and save the dream

Free the heart from fashioned chains

Naught a body remains

Fright in willow bed

Wrought not a word be said

Flog a woman true and pure

Prey upon the savage here

Failure drops at feet of clay

Decay of man ends this day