She was conceived of fire
Rubies
And fate
Her long winter breath
Curling down
My hate
Mist on her fingers
Swirling
Beach tides
Snow ladden leaves
Youthful
In Autum's lie
She's sick of November
Thrashing
In grey
It's almost December
Timing
A wolf's prey
Who would ever save a golden moon?
Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 1:25 PM UTC
She was conceived of fire
Rubies
And fate
Her long winter breath
Curling down
My hate
Mist on her fingers
Swirling
Beach tides
Snow ladden leaves
Youthful
In Autum's lie
She's sick of November
Thrashing
In grey
It's almost December
Timing
A wolf's prey
Who would ever save a golden moon?
It's time to write again.
