Embassy of Vines
Skybathing/Windigo
their eyes blinked in morsebut we acted like robins doand our phosphorescent crests were witheringash glissaded onto himit piled until he animatedhe then conducted the cloudswith his glitterupon his dusk we find our gleam fadingin our skulls was the pounding of his dashwe flew so far awayfrom our nestto where we believed skybathing was safebut now we've stirred windigoinvade us til sleepno one can dreamwhen we wake up we can'tbreathe freewith the sky suds we cleansedbut our nemesis still invadedso we closed the clam shellyet still felt his breath
From Letras Mania