Fallow 279
The sun is rising Over these fields once fallow In violet hues The Bard hums a tune Of a dark conversation On a nonsense night Kal'Dreal rests in piece With his brother in the drawer Hands still clasped tightly This will be the last Whispered like a sweet nothing In his lover(')s(') ear'(s)' And the Bro awoke Still thinking about The Man Who they had just seen The sunlight refreshed Like a woosh of coming home And a reminder Of a river ride Just beside the waterpark Where he said sage words Where he said wise words And they prayed and bowed their heads For well weighted dice