passive,
second face drawn towards
heaven's son
depart!
and win its favor,
for loathed does it the
approaching!
the raging!
helio's daughters!
hear the splintering of
bones, the earth's bones;
its flesh, a dais; scorched.
now loathe,
for they have shorn
what their wicked father
wore
thin:
his umbra,
fooled by
salavant seduction,
skims the wounded dusk
and
stretches, to
be more to
feel more to
become his second skin -
savor, he spits, and may
both of you die come nightfall.
â
+this is about shadows!
+ it's also pretty experimental
so feedback would be extremely
appreciated