Wednesday, March 21, 2007

So. A whittling whisper passed my path and watered the night away.
While wandering the dunes of dawn I passed the shores of clay
And a dwindling wisp of Aegean taboo across the iron moat
Once wed we there as lions flare from grass's ancient boat.

March 21, 2007


Alex said...

Is it just me or does that not make sense?

Azeltir said...

I should hope it does make sense, assuming you read the next post.


Alex said...

Well, I was reading and posting in chronological order. Now that I read it it makes sense.

By the way, you're such a nerd.