ENOUGH
Still.
This great era,
My Season Of The Wyrm,
Must Come In Fits & Starts.
Output Legendary.
Fit for demons,
Or silly little gods –
I write.
Yet Spells & Concepts:
Ideas & Reductions:
Metaphors & Similes:
Thousand Masks:
Remain Mortal,
Each Midnight.
For Hours Thereafter:
Dreaming Cryptids.
My Season Of The Wyrm.
