Rewild Riot
#12 of Poetry
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Rewild Riot
What
Was it?
Unbounded,
My wild words,
Loping over strange champaigns, airy steppes?
A craft crown, earned in ale and the roar of
Our cutlass and
Conjury?
Dragon
King.
Me?
Put there
By you and
Your wide eyes and
Praise, in awe at the snake in the water.
Shattered, the pane is empty. Sun rising,
I climb up through
To where the
Field waits
Me.