Thursday, December 29, 2016

poem and prophesy

a prince unborn yet eternal
a wolf charging deer it's rite
a stoneblood war internal

a sunchild kisses the night

yet through the demonic mist
yet through the limbs of trees
Yet through the blooded cyst
yet from the sun she flees

she was first and alone
she was born from a scar
she stall not atone
until the four retireve her star

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