The ASH | Volume 3, Issue 1
Bleeding through my suit of armor Thousands locked away By horse reigns, that charmer This, for whom my heart Burns like a blacksmiths' steel flame Shield the forging dart Clutch like a vise With alien, slender digits In hell, mermaids bathe in ice A vibrant cascade illuminates my skin Free me from my chamber Yellow beams reflecting in Her lungs cry for salt Cast away my ship To battle.