China and Crystal

Stars shatter broken light

My fingers are bleeding

over holes in the ceiling

Wolves scratch the door 

I’m unraveling 

commitment to half spoken wishes 

Interrupted by yours

Into this box

Into this bag

Burnt with limbs

Fallen from dead trees

I threw the mirror away

First Season

Limbo is Starkad’s breath and sweat

Dark and loamy wet upon my skin

Pinning me frozen to this dirt

Unable to stretch nor run

Watching for wings of my vultures

Gliding over the barn to release this spell

A hammer over my throat 

Keeps my song in

Unable to sing them to me 

Like on summer runs when 

The finish is so close and I call upon 

The will of my spirits 

To keep my legs turning

Cast

I pour my power into fire

Making fire my home

Wind and Earth carry me 

Water temper my soul

Lion’s dragon soaring the islands

Rise above 5 horses 

Toiling to tether me

Angels’ Fodder

Neither here nor there

Yes or no

Doesn’t matter anymore

With lack of voice 

Stones are placed

Over the keyhole

Dreams were fodder

Angels devoured

Before sunrise

Tree limbs broken 

Across the yard

Were meant to bend

The lawnmower blade