Yet

Written by: Chris Roe

Revenge seeker,
Ravage orchard.

You speak
Upon the coppice;
One grows:
You cruelest.

Longing,
Yearning,
	See.
For you seethe
Blushing song,
You are
Blood:
	You belong.

You kill,
And shrill
Sparkle
	And gleam,
Until,
Real
Senseful
	You seem.