Hunter Hansen


Amber

If by light divine, radiance doth continue shining
Moment by fragmentary moment
A paradise of slivered shivers chilling from splendor
In diaphanous diadems aplenty

Bowed harmonics ripple paradoxically blue
Nonetheless, the joy of sorrow
Cut to the quick by a lightning dagger sharpened in
Tune to the slicing air

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