smoke curls out of his nose
wafting to glassy orbs
penetrate a soul
Does he see
what you can't
Does he know the way
is it just a tangle more
Spring shrivels to an end
summer blazes back up
will he stay
or measly pant
just that easy
sneaking into a hole
lesson in braiding cords
always remember those

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Scarlatan, in the year 626 AF.