Twilight's breath

In twilight’s breath, dark swallowing light Cloaked in shadows of dry gin and vermouth Echoes growing louder in council of secrets No longer muffled whispers of raven flight But Polly wants a cracker perched on a wooden throne Yet feast on the bones Polly has got a pair of big childish and curious eyes A body full of curves made for adventure And Polly, oh Polly lives to bathe on moonlight Collaboration Amethyste & Adagio