Samodiva

SAMODIVA

O, wanderer in violet light!

On living lips the storm ignites

and fast preempts the true attempt

where darkest wings long took to flight.

'Ere edge of dawn limns tangled branch

there ramifies a flame unstanched

and fever weeps 'cross those asleep

who when they wake are quick to blanch.

She--wicked ornithologist--

jet crest protrudes in leaden mist,

and arcane lore the lost abhor

for gruesome ends await the kissed.

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