i will scatter you
i will tatter your clothes

far from your home ruins
stark your search for sustenance

my emotion must be expressed
understand it or not

not one of those you departed
will pity your dust

your linear expectations
i will knot

the memory of feathers and leaves of spring
the memory of green blades will sting

to fill a lack of luster
for movement,
or color
you will invoke fever dreams

but the darkness will answer,
a darkwall
a dark veil
a darkness appointed as night

and the starkness will blister,
a starkfall
a stark wail
a starkness appropriated as white

and the dark and white
will i appoint as your only counselor.