torrid love
gnawing at the withers of my reason for a horse.
my kingdom for a kindness
now in flames
and my youth a dream, teetering on the north
of my age, and the edge
of my
night,
the night i found in love.
from the belly of a wave
in the heart of a maze
i ascend
having slain
a thousand crow
to feather my black
thing
and take ingenious
wing
before the searing
nay
of the sun
annuls
melting the fledgling
and keeping
the sky.
from below, i know above
and go home.
Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 8:01 AM UTC
torrid love
gnawing at the withers of my reason for a horse.
my kingdom for a kindness
now in flames
and my youth a dream, teetering on the north
of my age, and the edge
of my
night,
the night i found in love.
from the belly of a wave
in the heart of a maze
i ascend
having slain
a thousand crow
to feather my black
thing
and take ingenious
wing
before the searing
nay
of the sun
annuls
melting the fledgling
and keeping
the sky.
from below, i know above
and go home.
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