tethered to her ivory wings
nestled in arms of a corpse
and to her lover she does sing:
a song of the white horse.
from her tower of purple pearls
she weaves her a sky of plume;
wherein distance morrow whirls
weary of the yester silver moon.
she lays upon an emarald gale
another spell to cast in bloom
for her love is now old and frail
becoming of dread, death and gloom.
Jul 3, 2022
Jul 3, 2022 at 12:44 PM UTC
tethered to her ivory wings
nestled in arms of a corpse
and to her lover she does sing:
a song of the white horse.
from her tower of purple pearls
she weaves her a sky of plume;
wherein distance morrow whirls
weary of the yester silver moon.
she lays upon an emarald gale
another spell to cast in bloom
for her love is now old and frail
becoming of dread, death and gloom.
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