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SWAN’S SUN

He melts, peaceful,
Young amidst a snowy sea.
The pale eyes drew in all the shine,
The blue day shivers before the coming ice.

The wind inhales the scary memories
Of the serene royal cloak.
Less and less the eyes
Resemble swans.

After the first Sun
They fold in and cry,
They hide under the wing
Through the secret gate
To shimmer and die out
In the mourning of the Night.

 

 

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Shouting
Golden Beasts
Black King
Dead Makers
Pearl Disease
The Second Life Of The Warrior
Wolves' Peek
Savage

Bodily Landscapes
Outside
Fear
Steel
Hands

She-Wolves
Wolves
Traveller
Trees' Secret
Tree Trap
The Golden Hands Of The Deamon
Forest Of The Night
Silent

Sea Gold
City Of Light
Red World
Blood At The Threshold
Blood Red And Black
Nightly Sound

Swan's Sun
Golden Swan
Swan Trail
Full Moon
Unicorn
Armour For The Unicorns

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