burn bin the illusion of summer mist
Tag: Elancharan
dusk a handful of sand for safe passage
after the rain we return to silence
the cold creeps through the concrete cracks
never a threat until the drizzle becomes a storm
grey winds the shift from gloom to grim
rain curtain closing on our act
the old gods have answered with abuse
dawn rain the puzzle intensifies
oscillate between reality and dream state
