Embers
Consuming all we are,
A flame possessing no form,
Called from within
To fill the chambers ran red.
A soothing wave
When eyes meet my own,
The sirens call–enticing.
Stallion in blinding light
Stands proud in fields of green,...
A flame possessing no form,
Called from within
To fill the chambers ran red.
A soothing wave
When eyes meet my own,
The sirens call–enticing.
Stallion in blinding light
Stands proud in fields of green,...