Tim Islander Newman - Silvatici

Dense and speechless darkened morning
No rest, no food
Drained and feathered
Lassoed and strung through the heart
Holding arms
Storm overwhelm
The fog runs

Three return the stars to find me
Colder
Three return the stars
Two novas and a wild silvatici

The crowd descends
Bustling outside and in
With a buffet of stifled pain
The hero releases a dangerous percentage
Holding arms
Storm overwhelm
The fog runs

Three return the stars to find me
Colder
Three return the stars
Two novas and a wild silvatici

Written by:
Tim Newman

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