Challenge and Change

Rigid-backed, a pair of

Witch-eyed ravens view

Both the past and future

From the lizard-toed tops

Of a spring-resurrected elm.

But only I am aware of

the friends-of-ghost shapes

That fidget, hover and shift

In the churchyard mists.

There is challenge

And change

To come:

There will be a

No-more time

Soon enough

And a nowhere place.

But there is still time to

Swing on the fairyland moon

And paddle in malachite tides

If we are but bold enough.

What say you …

?

Obsidian Razor

One eye spitefully, casually blinded

By the latest ascendant alpha wolf,

The one that seeks my throne,

My subjects, my honour.

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