Shadows of the World

Fingers fashion fictive forms
with a mirror wrapped in rust.
After salty sable storms
her lovely face collects fine dust.

With a mirror wrapped in rust,
she spies an arresting reddish road.
Her lovely face collects fine dust;
Her heavy heart is bleakly bowed.

She spies an arresting reddish road;
Such a mighty majestic knight!
Her heavy heart is bleakly bowed.
in a fearful feverish fright.

Such a mighty majestic knight,
after salty sable storms!
In a fearful feverish fright,
fingers fashion fictive forms.