I sweetly scrapped and grappled
As a tender sleepless shoot,
At rest only
When the silver bullet dreams
Would catch upon a tooth.
I would chew right through to bone
Lapping at the marrow-
Alone with my fists of fire and
All my golden arrows.
To wear the wolves
In whispered dawn
With wisdom from
The dark ride long.
I went to hide with dancing swords,
My hands at play with song.
What carriage!
What roads!
We rosebud children,
We shining ghosts
Know better of
The end's reflection
For we were sent
To hold it close
With mirrors of affection.
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