Once from shadows, 'came a bellowing
Through the darkness, dancing, meddling
Around the oaks, upon the leaves
Woven with the autumn breeze
...
As I walk through the forest of the ancients,
The trees, they whisper to me in foreign tongue,
An uncertain magick courses through my body,
And through my veins, I feel it run...
...
A shadow is present,
But only in light,
The darkness can comfort,
When no hue's in sight,
...
A vision is hidden, yet distantly
A voice is heard, yet presently
A scent is present, yet pleasantly
A feeling is felt, yet selflessly
...
A fathom of existence appears between three stems,
Wavered by gusts flowing through open seems,
Within, torn asunder, a vision was sewn,
Hew through the canvas forth laid under snow,
...
A note in tune,
Is a brief commune,
The rhythm wavers up and to the left,
A short breath spent,
...
Thoughts in present instill much thought
Through groves of troves of throes once naught
A shallow throw proves truth be taught
A wishing stone skipped with sight once sought
...
A Path Forgotten
Once from shadows, 'came a bellowing
Through the darkness, dancing, meddling
Around the oaks, upon the leaves
Woven with the autumn breeze
Howling, wisping, with tongue divine
Wrapped around a wooded shrine
Cast with blackened hands of time...