If these are broken lines
then
these are the broken times
in which to write them.

A lizard and a tatt!
imagine that…
his lover left before she came
gone on a whim
leaving him
with a tattoo of her name

now full of regret
but soon will forget
when his words finally come true
his promise of change
never too late to arrange
a shed of skin and off with the tattoo

The moon is rising
Fully round and truly bright
Hounds and wolves wailing

This white box
is the most
powerful thing
I reel now
in it's sway

Summer
brings the solar
mastery
Autumn brings the graceful harmony
Winter brings the
icy
harshness
Spring brings the divine
freshness

if i can't remember my birth
than i won't remember my death