testing

periwinkle promises embroidered on your epitaph
remind me of a dreary day where not a single one could laugh
staring round an open fire, pitch black was the night
a loner started to the woods to embed in us a fright

telling stories and making smores
spending the evening doing chores
it took too long to notice what we needed
a simple message that should have been heeded

clarity rings in these byzantine walls
echoing off what sweet melody falls