A shadow in the courtyard.
Counting the pulse it calls for.
Plummeting consonants on each measure.
Particular, are her own fractures
To the pasture of the dark.
You would recall,
A desperate departure.
And settle with the queen.
A bedlam in the marsh, a bedlam in the hush.
Aug 3, 2013
Aug 3, 2013 at 4:29 PM UTC
A shadow in the courtyard.
Counting the pulse it calls for.
Plummeting consonants on each measure.
Particular, are her own fractures
To the pasture of the dark.
You would recall,
A desperate departure.
And settle with the queen.
A bedlam in the marsh, a bedlam in the hush.