rhodok

rhodok

A Poem by winter;lyra

no steed
late fallen
in battle and in slumber
a no-stunner
ungifted of any stunt
he ate not the nut
but instead the crumbs
of a giant too numb
a parasite across the leyline

no threat

© 2019 winter;lyra


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Added on February 24, 2019
Last Updated on February 24, 2019

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winter;lyra
winter;lyra

Portugal