The Emperor and the Daily

She was a tripwire to the bolt-on universe,

an elixir to the throat of the wide mountain range

A whispering shadow, volcanic silver slurry

on the beard of a dragon in the cool Baltic sea

A beacon of darkness to the light morning spray,

that fell on the plate of the emperor’s prey.

She fell on the plate of the emperor’s prey.

~DBR

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