Lit
Riding silently beside our pierced hero
Triumph crashes through the brush into a mirage
Shimmering through the wrong end of the glass
What adventure was more sure than this?
Overhead fairies give
Wind up toys are animated
Aye like a friend
The noise shares a breath with the wind
Again we reach out
Awaiting now
Copyright © Lyra Pendragon | Year Posted 2020
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