distant moons & distant dreams

Drawn this brow;  archer curves and steady perfection
Open windows to the eyes of the  preconceived.
Pour it all out, sprinkle the wounds and
Heal the reprimanded.
Distant moons paint distant dreams, but tell not of what you see.
Virgin riddled streets, these lovers looking for their complete.
Untouchables marked by their heritage,
 Destined to the life, of writing  their own narrative
Vitality and virtuousness,
Simple sayings of the old.
Letters stamped and edges folded
Messages flown and others scolded .

Virtual rape begins to set in,
Dew left on the eyes of the fair virgins
He whispers secrets, lies and false promises
Cover your ears child and don't go along with this
Tie her to the edge, but let not pain set in
Bruises know not of where to land
On this porcelain figure of the reprimand-ed
Distant lands paint distant dreams,
Pray child, tell not of what you see.