Lit by the
throes
of death
cold and withering
lost in sallow
forests
alight
with treason and
torment
the flutter of
starlings
stuttering wings
brush the treetops
starry with
silver
snow

i dream of empty highways
golden beams
slashing
she who shines like fire flies
tempers lost in her blushing
rust
no more
no less
no echoes
at the end of my mind
her eyes
glowing cinders
i taste
the summer heat arise