Meeting Of Creatures Poem by Dylan KD.

And so the puddle sits on silver
encased in gods frozen by the ash
A sun is low to fry the borrowed hustler
A fly is known to trace the deadened run.

Hybrids calm the chasing fortress who houses
He who flown the gold in covered pasts.
Bent into the wave of mauled adrenaline,
Foot of knives glitch soft on closing bats.

Grow the banshee in front of ages
deal to show the bow of holding sight
applaud to wake the finger of the heavens
and peel the lake that binds each dormant flight.