Veschengo

[forest_child]

purple gypsy blues
humming and walking next to my dark blue carriage
my horse has cataracts but my steady breath
is a small lantern to his radar
i taught my horse to be a vampire bat
in these cold transylvanian nights
the rain is like little nails
building my body back to life
like an old ragged church
the oon is still in the background
but the hungry fog will always be creeping in the foreground