Rest

In this place where dragons slain

lay, beds of bones, and winds whip wild

leaves back unto the clawing earth

and on this bleached cold pyre you lie

consumed by all we once fought brave,

to hold and have and tender spills

a love fire tested, burnished, red

now faded, folly shows true face

And to the heart the arrow true,

harsh barbed with lies and sweet deceit

light fades, sun slips and darkness wraps

her arms in coldest loves embrace.