She was a Septembers Child the flesh of mood her passions tempest
that pulled me into the madness of her need.
She danced wildly tossed by the crescendo of the wind,and the crisp
death Rattle of leaves.
Even the warmth of my blood could not steam the chill of rain from off her skin...... The child knew nothing of the vast power at her command... My sweat child of mine.. Flesh of mine.. That's My Madalyn Rain......
