Fearfully, it beats his heart of dew
Along rosy laugh, along cracked glass
Gentle shivers flow his somber river
Like amethysts amidst starry nights,
Gray treads his ashen wings.
Feverish his feathers trace stars hold
Dragging fulgor below his white step
Pledging silence into waning grace,
Dandelions flutter, kissing his skin
Withering upon his waning touch
Tracing gold within his warm stare,
Wandering past his breath's blare,
His flesh tears wrinkles wake
Amidst tearful lies, amidst grim truths,
Yet it bloomed, his aggressive heart
Yet it bled, his garnet flare