Fragrant Shroud

 

To what do I owe this fragrant shroud?
shades of carnage, texture of cloud

Sent by air on a wing-ed curse
draped with madness in mindless thirst

Placed on brow, I take it up
cowl of vanity, virtue of rust.

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