Tuesday 10 May 2016

The Feat

Look at the sandstorm

Gallop like a unicorn
The reins are gone,
Her mane is ghoul

Look at the stardust

Sprinkled on forevermore
Her spark is lorn,
Her fingers; we torched

Seal the windows-
Refuse to see, let
The darkness be your bliss

Heal the meadow-
Refuse to flee, let
Your carcass be the feat.

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