zephyr-rain:

i.
Your name is a whispered prayer
on the lips of the half-damned.
Honeyed tongues of embers and sandalwood kisses
ensnare the heart and loins
in sinful melody.

ii.
Divine gold dust tears,
veins of shimmering sorrow,
Sing us a song of loss and longing,
of a wandering husband who
wandered too far.

iii.
Your wings shelter the battered
and the broken.
Desperate fingers, outstretched and seeking
sparks of strength and rivers
of fervent peace.

iv.
Iron and wine.
The wildcat snarls and
the crow gravely calls.
Clash, clatter, and fall,
relinquished to the glory
of blood, dust, and bone.