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We can't get caught up in this lattice,
Or tangled up in trellised frames.
Though in sunlight we are wizened,
The darkness keeps us still the same.

Carry on, dear carrion!

The clouds are low and dark in the skies,
like locks blown forward in gleam of eyes..

Can't you see the lights shine in the feild?
The mistress waiting at the door?
Whats more, that they dont know were here,
thriving underneath the floor.

Carry on, dear carrion!

Its of the vineyard we dream.
Of austere columns in lush green,
But as our blackened glade has gone awry;
it begs for blades to cut and bleed us dry!

At fire's affront we will still not be absolved.
By the flames as they lick and berate us.
Then we'll have nothing to confer or condole.
Our candor now means nothing.
Our amulet now has nothing to avert.

Carry on, dear carrion!

Will the shadow not abate? Has the harvest come too late? Have we been dealt a tapered fate? God, open up this rusty grate!

~Jory