Wild undulations like ghostly apparitions, shape-shifting through daylight.

The disquiet of a heart in the presence of such untempered spirits. Faeries, Demons, Knaves dance upon a broken body…

You showed me a blank page and said - let’s start afresh, write a story - you and me.

Climb, climb ye dastard host, Climb like the vine o’er the earth, Though burned and cracked, We yearn our path, And spring to fruit, Given half a chance.