mythical

master this you knave
screaming crave in a life

pour the joy you promised
not this goblet strife

wine soaked lips of angels
sang of a leaping heart

ache to squeeze that hand again
and never be apart

now I’m past the bracken
clouds of coal dance the sky

along the briar to the stone
under which I lie

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