• Tricia D. Wagner

Set the Night Singing #2.31

Updated: Oct 14

Ventured, I, into the bleak –

self-doubt in sanguine, roiling.

And found I there what most I feared –

frustration, rank and coiling.

Just out of reach – Ambrosia wings,

the trails be twisting, serpent things.

I am – as beasts the darkness brings –

reduced to tears, blood boiling.

My arms drawn down from o'er my eyes,

by thorny hands – a Bleakland beast!

But – through night, with me, they grieved -

such friends.

I find my tears have ceased.

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