Shadows athwart the glassy veil
Polished shards grasp at light
Deception winds through tireless bowers
Spectres of the wood slip by
Faltering ne’er, gently stepping
Exuding silence from root to tip
Sentries poised; watching, watching
Leafy pinions arched for flight
Rufous tipped, jagged stems
Berries redder than blood of men
Clambering forth, their light pursuing
All shadows from the dark pools knowing
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