Blood Upon the 'Morrow
What holy crown will twine
around the serpent's head
great slouching shoulders turned
draw back my head and wonder 'pon
the wisdom of the world.
Take my hand between those mountains
bring up to the beginning
mighty cawing
mulberry smiles
it is not enough to prove.
These promises are whispered
through dripping pointed teeth
with blood upon the 'morrow
how can you possibly sleep?
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