Poetry
1 min
Core
Arden Gifford
Collapse to promise of fate
Wanting a matter of dark
For only stars coming near
Stay close at any rate
Countless voids to embark
Welcome something to fear
Neither warmth nor the only sail
Dried seeds for the nightingales
Eternally a loss sorrowful mother
Denying the coming of another
Fabric woven her love is neat
Growing for her undead wheat
See here only through hollow thyme
Seeded pathways of liminal stone
Woman of hardship ruling once mine
She will seal the burned bone
Pour the libations to only her
Warmed comfort cup of fur
Set the table drink the wine
It will all be her timely fine
Grow acanthus on the steppe
Returning where she left
Set from the shell of hallow
Of the poor mind to follow
Bitter that she once swallow
She will embrace her wallow
Greeted by her curse
Sought the end or worse
Before never to fall
Dancing under the gall
The maidens her mother
Bear it not by any other
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