SunshineA Poem by getinthecarpleaseincluding "Empire"
Branches bow towards the toil.
Mid-autumn rains sting with a foreboding cold. Unraveling the serpent in its coil, uncovering bucolic threshold. O suiters, court her with hearty anagram composed of litany, love, a fabled feeling. Islands cry by tempest, cyclone, or maelstrom birthed by darkness and dead by dawn. O childhood slake my eye, mad the horns with psalm and hymn of midnight allure. Mountains cry by snowstorm, avalanche, or an iceland laid with glimmers soon pillaged by spring. O sunshine herald the light shone through mirror, window, or the glare of beauty incarnate. Oceans cry by tidal wave, earthquake, or an earthbound frost from a vanishing star fading within the frame of space. Vassals in harlequin attire; argyle painted shield, blood patterned sword. Snow cascades in silver dunes across the realm in a brooding hoard.
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