the antlers
deep into the night
with the moonlight as my guide
i go wander through the pines
and make my way to nature's shrine
and i look up to the sky
and i know you're still alive
but i wonder where you are
i call your name into the dark
on the night you disappeared
oh, if i had seen it clear
but a strange light in the sky
was shining right into my eyes
there was no one else in sight
just the endless frozen pines
but i wonder all they know
'cause they don't die and they don't grow
code by #202
THE
ANTLERS
in lord huron, we trust.
AURORAL LEGACY
the light, the burnished. the scintillant, the polished. once, within a dazzling shaft of halcyon light began a symphony of ancestral history. lupine, large and ferocious, ruling the forest with their lustrous glory. an onset, the first canine to star in this brilliant birthright: a seashell. not much is known of her days of yore, although she has created a new timeline, birthed beneath the engulfant white moon. held between her claws such is that of a neoteric palate. her sons, her daughters. scions of the milky moon, forever bound in an everwarming cycle of light versus light. doyen versus exec. these lupine, the gold, the gilded, will continue to rise their antlers, pale silver, to the sky.
LURID LEGACY
to be decided.
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