CagedHowler

Quietly.

CagedHowler

Buxism of a withering creature,
          A cyanic painted sky,
          The two contradict each other,
          An ineffable thing is life,
          
          Lycanthropy synths through her veins,
          An Icarus in yours,
          The azure sky fades away,
          Into midnight galore,
          
          She previses the many possible tomorrows,
          Waiting violently untamed,
          She cries over a crimson orb,
          Black feathers are to blame