The
sylph isle booms; a black crone shrieks
Her
eyes are blades that rip tree lords.
Green
worms fire ice from Tira's coal plaits
a
fairy maid wails; white rock chokes veins.
Frost
greys the heart of Miza once fair
her
crown bleeds gems and grinds to ash
tar
stabs the gown elves wove by grace.
Two
doves blast smog; their gold beaks part
mauve
rays blind snow; all gelid bonds crack
a
halo robes Miza; it scalds the witch.
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