Of all the kings
Bear him to mind...
Near the woodland marsh,
desperate pleas gargle...
When I was somewhat lost and confused,
I travelled, trying to find my feet...
Upon a walk one moonlit night,
I saw a lady all draped in white...
within the s l o w
sleepless, cog of night...
I’m wondering
What has happened?! and What has become...
the gold mom carried gave bruises
and blisters...
Through fire and smoke.
Water and ice...
The moon was sat tight
After Dusk’s light...
There is a door
through the forest of my sleep...
Gone in the wind,
Corinthian in the fall...
as nightfall comes and so I dream
my sleep beholds a vivid scene...