Mudborn

Hindered hollow in high truth

A willow sharpens her steel

In morn’ of rushes the galloping sunrise

Grasps at her violet eyes

In and around the bronze mind

An axe broken lay

And a ballad broken by a saddened flute

Plays the shadow’s game

A ruse a wire bound around my ankles

Hang me well my head t’ward the dirt

I live to drop and plant myself

Into mossy harbours

Where roots take me hostage

In unison growing me

Into some nocturnal flower

That blossoms before the darkest hour

Mudborn a blood well got

The envied soul in essence of spirits

Forgot

A twitch a kick out into void

Fleshy in living the shout that hearkens

At that threat to the eyes

Rusted arrowheads in stony flesh

A mudborn in mud dyed red

Yellow in life the drive to black death

The dance in atop a vestal candle

At its heart the spirit is pictured

As a god