She hits the blade with both hands high
And downward is heavenward, and we are not alone
Condensers on and the drop is found
A fingertip trace says to me, I can see you and you are wet
A bed of dead leaves grace the ground
A quick glance to the other side and we will not be found
The symbionts in haste demand come close
Screams to me, I can see you above the rest
And through it all she seems secure
Downward is heavenward, and we are not alone
Head thrown back, a sickened sigh, eyes shut
Beelzebub can we do this without a net?