In the NewBorn season

Where the cherry shall drop into the pink oceans

And he lamb’s ear shall hear the wind’s whisperings

The undefeated sun shall shine forth into the fourth of darkness

Yet the grounds are of pearl

Growing colder although fed by the collier

Icy maw opening          w      i       d       e       r

Razor teeth f

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 in perpetual motion

Gone are the rosed cheeks and flashing skates

Gone is the sailboat, the new seeds and the hayride

Burning away like the Dragon King’s books

The ashes are disrupted

Nevermore to fall from dying branches

Once more the ranks swell

Riding on the dreams of the past

Chains creaking on the watchman’s night

Eyes on the prey, trapped to pray

Gone in moments, ever present

Immortal freedom