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Poetry Reading | broken bells on a busted horse
broken bells on a busted horse
a poem by Gwevera Nightingale
she rode my ride and played for keeps
though left unsaid, it rose like yeast
blared in sunlight: shadow's truth
Nepher broke her Dities tooth
her jealous waning gripped my hilt
my dreamer's dreams were dressed in guilt
brothers barked, their sisters sold
our soulful glowers from þe old
that middle had its rites in reigns
speaking truest brightened manes
girls and boys, these days, were all
except my lady at the ball
Gwevera's Favorite Songs
https://tidal.com/playlist/c2cbbba7-2b63-42c8-9ac6-fe575b52b959
she rode my ride and played for keeps
though left unsaid, it rose like yeast
blared in sunlight: shadow’s truth
Nepher broke her Dities tooth
her jealous waning gripped my hilt
my dreamer’s dreams were dressed in guilt
brothers barked, their sisters sold
our soulful glowers from þe old
that middle had its rites in reigns
speaking truest brightened manes
girls and boys, these days, were all
except my lady at the ball
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By Ophelia Everfallbroken bells on a busted horse
a poem by Gwevera Nightingale
she rode my ride and played for keeps
though left unsaid, it rose like yeast
blared in sunlight: shadow's truth
Nepher broke her Dities tooth
her jealous waning gripped my hilt
my dreamer's dreams were dressed in guilt
brothers barked, their sisters sold
our soulful glowers from þe old
that middle had its rites in reigns
speaking truest brightened manes
girls and boys, these days, were all
except my lady at the ball
Gwevera's Favorite Songs
https://tidal.com/playlist/c2cbbba7-2b63-42c8-9ac6-fe575b52b959
she rode my ride and played for keeps
though left unsaid, it rose like yeast
blared in sunlight: shadow’s truth
Nepher broke her Dities tooth
her jealous waning gripped my hilt
my dreamer’s dreams were dressed in guilt
brothers barked, their sisters sold
our soulful glowers from þe old
that middle had its rites in reigns
speaking truest brightened manes
girls and boys, these days, were all
except my lady at the ball
This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit illith.net
This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit illith.net