The Aurum River
A burning golden river.
A thousand ember dots.
Whose endless waking slivers,
Hide liquid molten knots
A contented purring timbre
Of viscous weary rock,
Caught in eyes of amber
And weeping molten locks
Its ingot rivlet ripples
Wafting whispers in the air.
Its quaking thunder trickles,
Build shaking sunder mares
Brushing one another,
Aurus tears they bleed
Darkened flesh they smother,
In dripping gilded creed
Burning golden river,
A weaving flame no more
Dusty charred banks quiver
Slaked in starlit gore.
7/17/15
Copyright © Avery Swarthout | Year Posted 2015
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