So good it had to be posted twice.
you asked what i saw blindfolded on the rise: trees aflame with heat of suns immolation to make way for worlds without end my hand held blind and you sighed... ashes fell black snow from steel-grey skies you cried... but it was for my eyes not for scenes described merely a dream? like as not. did cassandra dream? did she taste black ash, smell burnt offerings? did her dreams scream? i stagger at the thought elbow steady in your hands