Kelebos

Stepping off into peaceful lagoons

Where the winds of Kelebos lie silent

hush-resting their fevered wand

The tomorrow lands of old worn shoulders

smelt keys of glass and shattered hope

Torcheres of tar and straw

wicker in and out of consciousness

Tied and leather-lashed

in traditions before this unworthy tongue

mouthed the names of Kruxar

Who, with Tishnur,

daughter of Clatterbone Heartgold

cast light onto the winds…

That still cannot send this

pointilist starling sussuration

into orange spring skies

Not while nihilmist and creepcold

fly flowerchoking midgehoards