Clandestine:
Calm white eyes
Look above us all
Cleansing tears
Falling from the sky
Drowning us all
Mountain peaks
Clear upon the black
Ravens call
High upon her thrall
Singing her psalm
I remember taste of fortune
Calm white eyes
Look upon the trees
Bloody earth
Seep into us all
Render and lie
Throw the anchors to the shore
Leave the wolves at bay
Become the sea she
Sleeps with her dreams
Now home
Hanging at the gallows pole
Made from bone and
Gold things so precious
Where was the good at all
Calm white eyes
Peer into the soul
Crying til dawn
About the Creator
Ryan Welch
I wander through the fog that is my life. Writer of poems, music and stories, for those feeling misunderstood. Welcome
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