My ramblings....

Torrent.

I found myself captive under a dull purple sky
Viking hair squalor, fists raised high
I don't just take the fire
I take five hundred men and beasts
And I am bound together by leather and bone

Oh, but lovely, turn to me when you wake
The morning swan across the crystaline lake
Delicate to distinction
And precious unawares
I move in a silence that is consuming


And this is the wolf that sits upon my shoulder
Also it gazes at me viciously
In the torrent I fight, in the torrent I am mastered
And tattered I return in the being

posted by Unknown @ 7:58 AM