Poems from ledrakezho
The winds of October have come,
and blow off the calloused skin,
flaking to fallen leaves of red,
All under harsh blue skies,
whispering...
The rope tore against my skin
like tiny hooks dug into my flesh,
peeling back revealing yellowed paper bone,
Blown to dust by the winds...
I saw the shadows of the day wax and wane,
in the cardinal directions,
Jostling about the fallen leaves with each twitch,
clearing away...
Mountain valley's rise.
to quakes of dissonance,
Curving in the gears beneath each watch face,
The cogs of which pinch the fingers of the...
“I had a family once,” muttered the old man through his gruff and straggled beard, in the tone bearing the remnants of a great tragedy...