~ By Courtesy of Others ~
Odroerir
Words find no way to weave
the spell that speaks within.
Looking beneath a liquid veil
Into this full and foreboding cup.
"Drink" the sound a hissing silence.
My lips wet with this biting wisdom.
Sweet the taste of swallowed madness
As you grin beneath that grim hood.
© 2006 Matilda Marks
Matilda´s Hearth - Heathen Art, Poetry & Articles.