in the willowing autumn hours
i caught you ruddy of sun
burning at the dog end gone
i heard you calling the moon
down to your feral heart
to cool the flames tindered hue
savage these the night
and hold the teeth to you
in the willowing autumn hours
i caught you ruddy of sun
burning at the dog end gone
i heard you calling the moon
down to your feral heart
to cool the flames tindered hue
savage these the night
and hold the teeth to you
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