Bond
It's made from blades and sharks and thorns.
Contains the Devil with his horns.
It's tricky - icy, dark and hot.
It's all the words were mentioned not.
Can give a birth or make you die.
The sparkling, lovely, charming crime.
Can make you think that you are God
When someone calls you - my Beloved.
It's made from flesh and easy blood
Of people who live long apart.
The world of two where minds together
Are playing bond that more than ever.