HUSH, O BABE
While the red bee hums
The silent twilight’s fall.
Syrs Helena, Innis, Faramund, & Osytha
Summer of 352 EOD
A continuation of Now Hands That Build
Quite possibly no other knight has ridden so far, nor so hard, in search of a flower.
Hurt-sickle. Also goes by basket flower...
Heather on the heath, wisps upon the wind. Moons within their cowls, pointillism of stars sparkling and speckling the clouds that did drag their heels, morose and easy in their drift. The freshness of river was supped by the nocturnal steed of black, a thinning thing allowed to cool. The wheel...
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