Claws of Amethyst
Train screech stops
On subway tracks
Recursive lines
Drawn and defined
Placid passing
Halted on railing
Charcoal ties
In mouths like sighs
Station stopped
Third rail melts
Amethyst shines
From four bright lines
Claw marks
In a back
Show off
Lucid tearing
A thin foundation
Frame
With scaffolding
Ascending around
Rate of recoil
Bleach bubbles
Special snowflake
Pieced puzzles
Small windows
And bone girders
Standing a shape
Of massive ardour
Color comes back to
An aspect of glass
Flushed now after
High land stance
A manufactured
Mountain
A tallest summit
With high snowcap
Brisk glaze of equinox
Coming of age
These solar shots
That medicate
Harsh comfort
Windswept slopes
Fierce pink aurora
Reflecting an abyss
Of rocks and frosted
Dead trees
Terraced sheer down
Dry arc eye cliffs
Seeking to ensnare
Any creature
Who would dare
To come near
Sightly in its
Silhouette
In sundown
Or sun coming
Tall, awe-inspiring
And far in the distance
Synchronized stripes
Of least resistance
Point to a land above
As nine thousand steps
Lead wandering creatures
To the kind alpine reaper
Waiting in the higher planes
Overseen by the overseer
Traps and pitfalls lay
In a mountain notch valley
Amethyst stripes
Clawed into its scaffolds
Ripped red and passionate
Where traps were unravelled