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hands
tingle my
Your arrow across the purple moon glow night --beach haloed
streaks and sparks, metallic explosion reminds --an omens delight
us the same flavour of blood on our tongue --bursting, waning, waxing
stain of mortalic after taste, singed with sardonic empathy --ashore releasing.
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ans EX
Your spent time flowing soft in tame tides Femme --plorers seek
of the Forests where once witches brew, --to discover, ask for answers
rue Diana and her dryads heathen troops haunt --in corners where echoes
elfin fortresses delight, romping, tromping --recall, recant shadows of footsteps…
S
ands
note grains
of Truth traces out
Your shadow passes casting glances --lines afraid of the dim
on sundials freeing the breeze to say---dark and unknown places
by the way You don’t belong but it was--leading to strange faces taunt
not You or I but the hunted who fear--races behind restrained by leashes-CUT
Free to fly.
Image by By (Marie-Lan Nguyen), 2007 'Artemis' Gabii Louvre [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
