Veins Just Behind
As snow creamed down the mountain
and moonlight kissed with azure brush
those fractured eyes
and nibbles at marooned cloud
as infatuated laid its head
My leach just a mispronounced spell
Breath lost transmutates to
icicle arrows
and hangs on leadened mist
Echoes drop to knee
and simper of the dark
and shadows dance
with frozen light
to death
To death
life and thought raise frosted glass
as fate chuckles by
and hope a step not made
and fear with canine stealth
veins just behind
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2020
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