Songs of Ice
and Fire
Consume the
oracles,
As the
sunken bridge of dreams
Creeps for
the shallows.
Sparks of a
new faith dying,
Storms on
the sun and sound of wings -
A memorial
of hunters with wrinkled tears,
Birthing
misanthropes in flames.
Like fireworks
near a Feather Child,
Hand-crafted
changelings fly;
Crying for transcendental
youths of time’s new project,
Feeding on small
fragments and ghost communion.
This final recital
by half strange angels;
A tribute to
discomposure of flesh -
Will be a
chevron of remembrance
In the mummy
that will rat out the awakened.
Sword will
fall and swing;
Glacial
beaches singing the dust to storms –
When censors
of hell’s woes,
Bail out
chaperones of a breed undying.
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