wanderer

Birthed of thirsting flames impartial
across the Slate these Shadows play and dance a dance to celebrate their fleeting being
a music I thought mine alone it seems they hear it rise and swell as well
And so a kinship formed,
perhaps an ally in this drifting storm.
But is this just a ploy and thus a ruse devised to gain my trust and ease my guard by Crimson toothed dark corner dwellers waiting
poised
with tilted horns?
a fragrant bloom from prickling thorns..