These wyrms
Stand shorter than placing
Feet.
Her oaken hair bristles
With autumn's hues
And conker cues.
Founding flickers of
Bloodwine tears speaking
Avalanche glances.
We are wintering clouds
Conjoining summer strangers.
Doting flares; icicle years.
Finding you
A ghost on all their faces.
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 6:03 PM UTC
These wyrms
Stand shorter than placing
Feet.
Her oaken hair bristles
With autumn's hues
And conker cues.
Founding flickers of
Bloodwine tears speaking
Avalanche glances.
We are wintering clouds
Conjoining summer strangers.
Doting flares; icicle years.
Finding you
A ghost on all their faces.
