So Burns The Flame - Day 6

Lay the color down with thickening line

Trace the edges round another time

Purse your lips and frown a tightening bow

Hum a quiet sound to make it go

Pen, paper, power, trace

Laugh, lilt, lie, erase

Shape the spell with spiraled ink

Tack in place with notes that sing

Weave with shades of purest light

Breathe the breath of dark midKnight. 

Tinker, Traitor, Tower, friend

Etching, eager, eye, amend

Lock on the door

Feet on the floor 

Hand to the sky

Let loose and let fly

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... 

In the quiet of this place 

As the power fades away 

Smell the tang of burnt desire

Shade the lamp and douse the fire. 

12:42 am

22.02.2020

Jeff Couch