Blundstone - Rough Draught

Wily cries and howling wolves, yellow moon on cold ice, as the wind she whispers death, and I close my eyes, snow clings to the austere pines, the dry air and cracked lips, forest breathes for me tonight, in the embrace of, the grey wolves circle and pant, this timeless ritual, the stars grow dim and far, as the pine trees bow, dew drops in early light, only crimson tracks remain, oh nature so cold and divine, and a steady north breeze.

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Will you not arise 
like me at dawn 
like sun that dies 
with me?
my heart is seed 
in womb of world 
that swells with sons 
that burns with Suns.
Can you not 
be hard like me? 
like wood and bone 
in water? 
arise with me 
to flame as stars 
in house of rain 
in dark of doubt.
Are you alive 
as do live 
to breath 
to dream in air-
am I alone
salvations son
the icon gone 
singer without tongue? 
can you claim
a weight 
like mine
when I descend 
or when I rise 
implacable 
as time turning 
over again?
alone am I 
in age of whores- 
bestow us sunlight 
the grain on men. 

Blundstone - Rough Draught

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