Blackgull

Blackgull Blackgulls make the Candle wax That’s burned through By the jar They caw and cry When storms at sea Light the skies Like L.E.D.s It’s their sound That smells of cold Fire and hot ice And powerful spices They fly on clouds, Lightning in their eyes A frictious breakage They call so loud AContinue reading “Blackgull”

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