by Patrick Howse02 Jun 2017
A drop of molten goldSlowly Falls from slate-grey cloud
Into a band of fireSearingThe sharp horizon.
The old god is givenHis due -A span of glory -
Before the falling darkSwallowsHim in purple night.
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