a troubled horizon

by kholinar

It was a murder of the fates
a choice to be uncared for
Dependant on her chaos
the lightning’s approbation

With storming winds of pardon
or pelting accusation
her high-topped clouds awaiting
a breath of tearing cold

Where mist meets darkness’ kiss
zephyrs wind their death-rags
and dance above the fearful
like lovers join, imbue

Until she wreak her terrors,
split trunk and branch of hope
Wild Mistress of the skies
Hope of Gypsies and Vagabonds