the treasure i wanna cherish
she twisted with the wind,
brittle and shattered like-
the fallen leaves beneath her feet,
recalling how she had always cherished-
moonlight caresses the frost on his lips,
had kindled her fire-lit heart.
by warm gusts covered in,
utter darkness, encrusted with-
commanding a series of ghosts,
marching in a line and whispering:
"can't you see?
he's hidden away in gilded bones,
guarded by enchantment and a sword,
he cant be let out;
neither human nor treasure,
but a weapon of the night,
like any mine shaft."
She shifted her attention,
to the lunacy writhing on the floor.
– ☕︎ (from the previous night's visit.)