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...

Water leaks from the ceiling
into a rusty saucepan...

When I see you, I feel disorientated,
like I’ve stepped on the extra stair...

Like the
searing glow of ominous...

We rest our heads together
amongst crisp packets and empty tins...

You wield your
tongue like an assassin's...