Rising up All-feet-tall
Words trapped in the throat
Drawn by something inside
Flesh tensing under the coat
Crack in the mirror
How did that appear?
And what might it hide?
Remains of a passionate fight,
baring them teeth and claws
I swear there were howls in the night,
an army of heavy footfalls
The look on that face
betrayed the thrill of a chase
On your marks
Get set
Go
Sharp is the spine
of the wild scarlet rose
splayed along the slope
down the way by
Bray Road
Sharp is the spine
of the wild scarlet rose
tangled beyond hope
down the way by
Bray Road
Through the moonlight
one last shadow
fades alone
Sharp is the spine…
Sharp is the spine…
Through the moonlight…
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