Dark Escort

The dark escort by a bloodied wound is called Fire whipped islands, to salted bays. Persons meek and willow Tuft grass, oils, cherry wood frames. Coin palmed nigh, Mouth sewn and foot of the shadow, stalking Aside the champagne roadside. Various birds, minnows, bear cub hunters. Smoking chimney stack, swirling symbol: Revival, continuance, gluttonous soups. The fairy tales of our collective youth Sounds that clamber Venomous troops and abhorrent winters. Looking down now a blue jay frittering. And who would I be to stay the night Life and breathing timbers low Purple incinerate, brown wood fence glow. Malevolent mercies Only a drop added to the sea The dew drops are no matter to a monster Cold forked faces see nothing.