Poetry

Enchantment

Entwisted
In the hour
Glass

You flee
The black
In my dream

Your scent
Fragrant and sweet
Pure as spring

To carve 
For the wolf
Hardening into
The stone

Owning a star
Till the love
Bind our fortunes

Sky-blue eyes
Fading
As you sleep

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