And me kissing Christ, with one eye on his crown. I came killing through the dark. My victims, please take a bow. With great thought, my words are launched.
I'm unaware of a response. From my errant dark red soul. Too deep to be spoken aloud. I bury a word right in my heart. . Frost etched the tall windows.
Twas a frosted morn in winter deep. When Rosey left for wood. The fire was low just barely a glow. When Rosey left for wood. . Upon the wall a tapestry hung.