beyond

watching owls of night that trickle with faulty reason I see vast stretches of their torturous nooses left hanging in the garden of red's delicacies * there are many stretched afflicted by the bidding of the omer hollow closer every reaching toward beyond * vacant shattered ever hampered by the sudden drumming coming leaving horror in the wake of velvet storm * slights the petal ever gentle clasped upon the breath of shadow's open form * clocks a spinning watchers listening trouble mounting on the edge * waiting quiet who's to barter for the plunge of soul's last dredge