Raad o Bargh

Red, your flowers are upon the paved stones at the Antler's hotel and the four winds glow. Everyone asking what do you do? Isn’t it a beautiful day that begins:

When we are to drink When all the green is broke When there is no more money nor job nor rhyme, and yet, everything will be fine.

The rich and mighty can always be a little patient made of magnifiance, hearth fires and holocausts where women can go to hell and return. Our's is to be an inconvenience it is to be anything, like love.

So we chase these steps just across the lawn and into the birch grove as some day over the rainbow we are to be both mighty and fallen. Never have I been so full of love before with you my queen my ancient goddess.

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