dreams
of
gorgons
shadows twist
venom of desire
writhes between dark glass
and visions
of an
oak
wreath
i
fly
into
ancient caves
seeking three sleepers
my sullen mirror
reflecting
nothing
but
stone
should
i
meet an
immortal
sister my name will
fade on her death roll
a number
without
a
word
if
i
behead
the mortal
no matter how wronged
of god flesh then by
guardian goddess
deformed we
never
will
die
had
i
walked here
naked i
would freeze into stone
am I a hero
just of loaned
wings cloak
and
sword
