Under a sky of perpetual mourningthe snows of sorrowwere melted by morninga yawning sun that inspired a yearningfor roaming rogues high on romancethat bequeathed their love to mist-eyed strangerswho drunk-danced all night, blind to the danger. Under a sky of perpetual winterhearts freeze and hearths burn splintersgathered and sliced by yesterday’s childwho watches the embersContinue reading “Yesterday’s Child”