Alchemisland

I feel a bastard’s rejection

Masterless, my knifed cask asked lacking direction

My protected heart electively plated in hard, gnarled, scarred armour

Slept alarmless corset-tight confined inside a casket of blasted firestone

The pyrearm force of her attention retired to legacy my defences

She cast upon that vast deep a dark-kin shadow, she a Pegasus

Which a sunblot will not trick. Addicted, her mixture renders me legless.