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Sheath me beastly path

white washed virgin wrath

Shriek, stream, nameless grief

An overture of breath wrought answers unheard.

Shrinking back in grey anfractuous dismay

For there is no bairn to hold this osteal meal,

nor to lay gaze on thy auspicious smiles.

Hide as Asters - frayed and wan

An anaemic art - so meakly underdrawn

Wet, cold, dead - submerged in the depth.

A mirror of swans - They are as empty hands

Silence entire - all birds are dead

All windows broken as stonily sighs

Tear, lust, sere - o naught shall last

Singing of spring an orphan fails to be.