Hail Queens of morrows servants kept under
22 July 2016
Out of the rubble through your Love I fly
A wing to repair paper planes to carve
Time burst air bubble oozing out the lie
Slid from dragon’s lair for the love to starve
Remains of riches in poverty’s cloak
Shone through eyes of haunt in golden thistles
Dazzling white witches the blue fires stoke
The dark wizards taunt layers of bristles
Run me through forces a soul to keep free
As the skies turn black and the widows swoon
Purple blood courses through all that is me
I will three come back now pay me the boon
Hail Queens of morrows servants kept under
Rags of our sorrows stitched into thunder
Reading of the poem:
Breathturn – Hammock
You lost the Starlight in your Eyes – Hammock
Still Secrets Remaining – Hammock
Will You Ever Love Yourself – Hammock
Stars in the Rearview Mirror – Hammock
I can almost see You – Hammock
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