Trilogy Part Three

Third Part of Trilogy

Emerald line

Drawn through the towering grass,

Slippery from diamond morning dew.

A loose, low yet regal stance,

Forsaking spine.

Through dripping silver pools pass,

Crusted sliver, subtle branch of yew,

Warp the willowy green lapse,

Flowing like wine.

Rich wine springs forth red from glance,

From ivory fangs sweet poison spews

And coats pronged ruby lance:

Lamian ensign.

Sun blood, cold heart, tight skin hearse,

Swelling from cutting loose the rear'd noose.

Grass dweller eats cursed mass

By shedding time.