Elucidation

• Olivia Di Falco, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2013

Lay me down before the wolves come,
Lay me down before I realize,
Stop whispering the gold threads,
Of tattered withered lies.

In the dewy drops of heart break,
Save her now or save her never,
Let the crowd ignite your bones,
In the ever drooling weather.

When the shattered glass comes flying,
Open up your wild mind,
Let the tangled creatures burst in,
With eyes open, never blind.

Never mind the imperious,
Let the ominous souls stare,
You are beautiful and hardly lost,
With ease you control the air.