the wizards of the yesteryears left behind a worn sky…

unsure and nude .. blanketed sworn to avenge the shadows

with torn thumbs, vicious eyes ..   

no one listened to the empty thoughts 

no one was there

like the short dark days of winter

hoping to see the warm sun and colors of a future past the nights fires..

pure white in the starry nights droplets 

moving softly in purple velvet with red charms

eyes blacker than black 

void 

spelled out in silver 

swirls and ornaments 

pearls rolling along the garden floor

wine 

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