A Triumph Bare

A Triumph Bare
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Andrew Defrederico - 2021 Apr 12 14:08


Houses built on amber wood, burning high
The gatherers for society reign the dawn
Until for done had been all that was are
The becoming of the sun and moon, power
To the guns of pinnacle at rest bare silence

What the witches of the fairmont brew
A drink to bleed the feeding of the heads
That be of the passersby when rain wash
The away that berefts the fallen gains
Undone from wishes to endure, solemn is

Various of the deeds did at sun rest
Frees to the wings, gliders for wait
That become of dead in the day, yours
To the triumph bare of both sides
Winnings to the south in a cold count

To in barren of the rest of, a walk
Through has to them, a burning suplemptle
Goning sky overhead bare the red drops
The blood of a moon at the side of other
Heeds that wind that keeps of flames, going