Riven Stepping Poem by Christian Thomas Scott

Presently, they followed bard and whim,
To evanescent tangles, spritely tales.
Bought with fortunes,
As a little time is worth the grain of deep.
Burnt and blackened, tell-tale lovers,
Simmer ‘neath the gleaming dust.
A darker wind is fondled in the depths.
So too shall hoar of wintry moss
Bolster up the courage for the trees.
Comprising every cleft upon this gateway,
And every melting frost, for this passing hour.
Tilling to the edge and overgrown,
Pushing silt and silhouettes of
Pale and murky death beneath the stone.
Through gossamers a cryptic glow assails,
The droplets of the blood and of the world,
Waking tendrils, drawn as life enthralling,
Tender in the sheen of calm and mist. Yet smoother
As the low, cascading, bark-adorner breaks,
And spreads its weight upon the thickest sand.
As the streams are caught,
And riven down, a morning's
Song moves stepping down the way.