Crimson Fields
30 July 2016
Haughty manes
Shake with the terror
Of ending
Dark clinging
To the remnants of the might
Keeping up the fight
Face the Fate
It is above Time
Ease the grip
Lest we slip
Into brink of nothingness
Scurrying the mice
They bathe us
In desperation
Crimson Fields
Power wields
Strength of receding darkness
Blast preceding ice
Reading of the poem:
People – Kat Frankie
Scary – and so well written
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Thank you Derrick. If you refer to my answer under Angel Tears to your comments, you will understand what is intended in this part of the dreamtime poetry
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Really love this one. So lovely!
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Thank you Janell!
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