The sky was graylit this morning of all mornings when the way home was the way back and we all turned our faces to the wind smelling the fresh kill, and our lovers destiny bands of silver twining our fingers like steel ivy we clink and clatter our way to open doors where the future lies waiting, outined in blue
Your God is sorrow, and he sleeps in black blankets My God is war who rests standing against a tall weatherd tree We kneel and scrape beneath slumbering titans and beg they bestow favour