Pagan Whisky

Magical darkness
A cloud of bloom
Occluded still cravin
Off the nuce
Its ancient
An not a wench
Its stacked a little
Still strong without brithle
And not to belittle
A whirl of sparks and circles
Herbs and gurdles
The softest cloth
Or paws of fur
Ears attached to capes
Whe the foggy waves
A thaw
A thousand glitters
On the mush chews of critters
Mixed with lands
Passing minds and hands
Flowing through glands
The luck forgotten
Yet nothing wasted
But still required to do returns
Reminded of shade
Not showing its late



Credits
Writer(s): Emanuel Emil Sebastian Hediger
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