Arrows flutter in the wind
Carriers of a new blaze, plague, brazen
Fingers etch this page.
Tethered hopes are weary, weathered in their ways.
Heavens of ascension descend
The burden of soles, of souls, telling stories of woes.
Awakening to a dream
A dream, dewy, mirrored in their eyes, cracked and dried, died.
A place of void
The wind winding thoughts that weave
Weave, heaving heavy sighs.
-HSQ
