Thorns and Thistledowns

imageSleeping in the darkness,
On a bed of grassy lea,
Amongst thorns and thistledowns,
Crest and sage filled air,
In undiluted breath,
Lungs fill with thorny air,
All it takes to slip away,
The ruddy soil to enclose,
Cloaked in nightfall,
Blanketed in earth,
In distant kingdoms to the north,
On shores of scarlet toil,
Treasures buried deep below,
Sinking deeper,
Cobwebs threaded in hair of silken snow,
Shadows and spirits flicker,
The moon glows red,
In the undergrowth,
Beneath the surface,
Lying in a bed of mourning, eyes wide shut.

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