Ghost of Wine

Koldyn Embric Marr
Nov 6 · 1 min read

A heart ceases to exist
For moments of undetermined time
Lost in others far from the physical

Costing time complete, halving the whole of a universe
A constant vibrant drum
The ghost of wine colored red

Thirsting for the blood beneath
Warmth brought by the beat, sonic in the mythical
A bed of thunder falling

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Koldyn Embric Marr

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A 29 year old living in the middle of nowhere. Writer of poetry, short stories, and Tabletop RPGs. Currently branching out via a variety of creative mediums.

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