Near the woodland marsh,
desperate pleas gargle...

Ravens croon with
ravenous laughter...

Candlelit hearth
splays quivering shadows...

I
As sure as...

If you go fishing by morning light,
there are trinkets and jewels upon the lakeside...

At night, thoughts are magnified
by the rattling of gunfire...

Deep, rigid lines will
one day...

Love is the only joke
in which I fell for...

You wielded your tongue like a dagger,
it cut across my teeth...

Ode to the man who once learned to weep,
Ode to the winter, the shepherd and his sheep...