Atop the frozen river breaks footstepsThe caravan of rags, thrown from estatesCarried by wind and settled on pathsAhead a horse, rearing, breaks through iceThere is no ground on which to runAll is fragile, shuffling and unsteady they moveThere is no savior where tiptoe may break glassSkin tears from frost, thrashingProduces a long, tender threadIn two … Continue reading Unfinished Canto of Blood & Crystal