Submissions by dragonpsyche

In the latest hour, under midnight-suede
Encountering dreams and lifeless bones-

In the silence, in the darkness
In the graveyard like a stone.

The birds flew highest, like shadows in the night
Cruelly teasing the restless souls of midsummer's night-

The broken roses, turned blonde from tip to toe
Antiquated 'neath the lifeless headstones.

Moonlight highest over each name, erases memories alone
Breaks the heart with the lightest touch-

Unrisen, the sun will cleanse this all
Regrets and longing to breach the living walls...

In the realm of the wild, where the world is painted in ox-blood and dreams
Our voices rise in the heat of the early morning dawn and the mountains are fleeced like sheep
In the wake of the quiet and the scream of the nightmarish beings
The hooved are broke-backed and cotton-brained
Grazing on flowers and singing hymns to the stars in the sea...

In the realm of the wild, where the world is carved like the bravest of Australian trees
Our eyes peek at the somersets of the children, winged and brave and serene
In the berth of the rising suns, they are golden...