The Wholesome Satyr

You see a conflict, I see creativity. The trick is to be beyond that.

Friday, January 16, 2015

             Gold ( for J.E. )

All that  is stramineous,
runs in crooked, fine, veins
beneath the mantle;

All that is precious above 
the vaults, of her daedal earth,
is less compared to the lustre
in her eyes when she smiles.

All that is auricomous,
gathered as ochroid dust,
by her minions, when she in 
languid disgust tosses her mane;

sets worlds afire, with nonchalance....

# posted by The Wholesome Satyr @ 3:06 am

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