The ardent tale thenceforth
Magpies embowered,
The whiff of blush lost
Among some syllables of a cursed haiku.
Enshrouded truths and the impaired self
Rest upon the elixir,
Upon the relics of my will.
And the shenanigans of wind insolent conspire,
Their figments,
The Leaping Light,
I scorn…
My fiasco, my ail,
The void wistful longing,
In an impaired bloodstained strand,
Ravens embowered.
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