Water Falls

Splicing in Twaine

Merry loops of golden light

Wrapping around cranial mounds

Crowning kingly forms

Water holds no mercy

Yet veils itself with softness undermining the powers that lie beneath

It takes what falls into it

Those that survive are upheld on the banks as the few that made it through initiation

The only thing that has its foundation as its roof

Its speaks not to anyone

But roaringly commands without question or remorse

 

 

 

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