dark land (to the arctic cross) for my love

polar shadows
frost my paths
dark coats leave
with scarfs
a wicked wind is blown
by old brick houses
that rattle of sleep paralysis

escape the heat
inside the advertisement
no woolly mammoth survives
here, the chill of
hidden knowledge
dark and desolate excitement

find the bodies in river streams
the screams outside the hocken
and you're invited
to eclipse the dark dewey pebbles
that are these children's eyes

they stir the gardens sweet chills
flesh takes me to those girls
a message cut off by sirens
melodious reels, upon the death
day that is to say
the circle laid i drew around me
fit me nicely and the wind chimes
are icy and ring like bells
i took a wander, fate didnt like me
amidst the frosty grass
where no one laughs
you want the dead
come find me