pockets of moody fire in the shallow sky after dawn
Tag: fantasy
it’s not that complex you were born with death in your bones
tell me of the thunders that sing a thousand songs
cross my heart and burn slow at the stake
if you let me i’d steal your thunder tonight winter before the last light
riding a fresh burst of cold draft winter swallows
how’s my day going just a shadow away from mordor
stragglers on the coast watching the dawn sky undress
chalk lines followed by barbed wire the formula for divide
winter noon the unbearable softness of your existence
