The water-demon
is big with life again,
and the lily on quiet waters
is wet with blood.
The time is ripe
to shed horns,
cast skin,
moult,
and begin all over again.
And who knows,
the beast, the bird and the reptile
might even want me back
in the fold.
Mar 1, 2012
Mar 1, 2012 at 7:03 PM UTC
The water-demon
is big with life again,
and the lily on quiet waters
is wet with blood.
The time is ripe
to shed horns,
cast skin,
moult,
and begin all over again.
And who knows,
the beast, the bird and the reptile
might even want me back
in the fold.
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