Beneath blue swept skies,
where the sunset dies,
and the black flocks score winds fall,
Where the orange red wings
of the dead birds singe,
and the gem stones scorch and call,
Mustered hoofbeats rise,
Scuttled whims devise,
banded battles broker ball,
Tiny steps
clipping skips of stones,
final breaths stripping
souls from thrones.
Dec 23, 2020
Dec 23, 2020 at 4:55 PM UTC
Beneath blue swept skies,
where the sunset dies,
and the black flocks score winds fall,
Where the orange red wings
of the dead birds singe,
and the gem stones scorch and call,
Mustered hoofbeats rise,
Scuttled whims devise,
banded battles broker ball,
Tiny steps
clipping skips of stones,
final breaths stripping
souls from thrones.
the one that's a riff on Ikue Azasaki OBOKORI