POETRY, Syllable Tapestries

Blood Gather

 

Here…the account of a maiden,

the daughter of a lord.

She went out upon the Black Tar River

in quest for yellow-white square crystals,

numbing the tongue to taste.

The ferocious queen of swords

with shaking hands adds fire.

Her world burns up.

 

Albeit, that’s a matter for dark places,

I’m but one star and a window of water.

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