And will the Wayward pass?
A lantern was lit and Carthage
filled their cups
to the brim.
A false-hide of red faces
to let forgiveness pass
and join the ****** a raven
to beat the window, a winged
stratum to remain eaten
and wasted in the mouth.
It is not an oath, an ebb
that hovers when enchanted.
It is a tongue swollen
It is sorrow stretching from
the back-bone and a soul left
to live,
just to live.
Aug 14, 2012
Aug 14, 2012 at 12:32 AM UTC
And will the Wayward pass?
A lantern was lit and Carthage
filled their cups
to the brim.
A false-hide of red faces
to let forgiveness pass
and join the ****** a raven
to beat the window, a winged
stratum to remain eaten
and wasted in the mouth.
It is not an oath, an ebb
that hovers when enchanted.
It is a tongue swollen
It is sorrow stretching from
the back-bone and a soul left
to live,
just to live.
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