Aquanted
Liquid!
This night flows as you,
thick as caramel, and as smooth,
warm this old tin roof.
Golden Sun, through thrice-locked gates,
seven seals and seven lambs,
but enough of me, what of you?
No, i don't know my sign,
uncouth, like the ravages of time.
Popularized myths sing of my better days,
when the holiest of us still stood tall.
Tender talons tease twisted tales, ten-times told.
Forever falling farther from faerie's family flame.
Divided, divined, divulged, distasteful, distracted.
Silver, not gold.
Lead, mercury, copper.
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