Lizard Cave -5minutefreewrite

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Lizard Cave

Because of all the lizards that live in it.... and make it their Grave.

They love to bask in the warmth of New Orleanian days, and then they quietly chill in deep and dark old caves.

Hot and cold and cold an hot these lizards dream a dance.
Of sizzling sunlight and linguistics left to chance.

They speak a secret tongue

That does with lizard things.

It has a slithery quality, and the names of seven rings

The first ring is called Persepolis, the god of wind and pyre
That rushes through a burnham wood and heads on up a spire

It burns the cities near and far and keeps us all accustomed
To flitting in and our her thoughts, as if we were

AWAKE.

But only in the dreaming time can we see these leathery wings

and hear the whispers of the lizards as they sing of secret rings

The second is called Calliope

She swing in on a rope

She never loses hope

The sweet adventuring Calliope

And thirdly, but not last of all

We have a ring called Mordecall

Who loves the death of all things dear

And fills her lungs with something clear

Not air nor water, glass nor empty

she fills it with one and twenty

Diamonds that will demons call

And that is all and that is all.