Friday, January 27, 2006

30. Dwale

Greeny gloom of the Great Hall now
a single string, glowing, silence

& i stare stunned at pallid pelt
one with the white. Aware, not that

time has turned the weather to tricks,
only that ill angels flutter

around, restless, this thrang room
where a Hun holds his howl away

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