San Guo

remolcadores
tugs of dos estados
along tracked lunar circumferences
till the spoils are mountains
slipped in the wraith
of ghoulish wailing

sanguo...

inferno inside, flaming the cage
crown cracks spilling jewels
throne breaks in agony
while the veins bleed darkness
stand off in triangle
fueling the flame

sanguo...

a cloud reaching for the ray
of the sunshine
a land waiting for the rain
to give it life
a wind trying to breeze
for touches and kisses
whisper of battlecry over the hill

sanguo...

had the limbs strayed to far
of the meant way of ajar
orion, show where they are
fumbled way below secure par
blinded to see the star

sanguo...

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