wornskin

Veiled and Vivid She'd stand there in the sulphyd mist, Dark clouds that drain of crimson wine With blood that grows upon the vine, And barren trees in her hair tangle - Eyes of frozen ash and rain Doth scorch the languid Eden sky, The gypsies glance succumbed for nigh, The earth doust cloak thy menaced eye - Naiad fingers curl and arch about the rivers, silvered sure - Bend the boughs, thy faded leaves mid-trodden ground, thy Dryad thieves....