Sunday, 13 March 2016

Prologue 3

(NB. What is this in Prologue 3? All shall be revealed soon I promise)

Plodding back
To where it came from

Wet in hushed anger

Wrought in clawed fingers
Cradling threads from
Almost forgotten myths

Carved once upon a time
On silvered stone
In broken tongues

It waited
Sloping nearer
And near slightly

Swallowing its rage
For just a few minutes more. 

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