the vine spirals
Bound and wound about the temple’s rod
It’s dribbling a
sickly teal stream
Gurgling with spite and
mirth
Cocooned in
mystery,
Darts of birds fell on
me
Whispering one name over
And over
solidifying into a chant
Booming to the farthest barn
and swirling around
The closest farm
Children sent reeling, keeling
Onto the ***** dank floor
I can hear it now.
“The Raven King”
Nov 17, 2022
Nov 17, 2022 at 3:46 PM UTC
the vine spirals
Bound and wound about the temple’s rod
It’s dribbling a
sickly teal stream
Gurgling with spite and
mirth
Cocooned in
mystery,
Darts of birds fell on
me
Whispering one name over
And over
solidifying into a chant
Booming to the farthest barn
and swirling around
The closest farm
Children sent reeling, keeling
Onto the ***** dank floor
I can hear it now.
“The Raven King”