Yes...comes the calling
Shadows taunt the trees,
Stepping ever-deeper
Intensifying need.
Within deathen-silence
no words sounding near,
Steps from the darkness
ring crystalin clear.
Cuts a shadow-form
straight center-face,
Heart sent a-pounding
All desire escapes.
Passionless peril
Need turns to fear,
Lost inside darkness
Drown within tears.
Awaken upon morning
suspended in a spell,
Never seek the caster
where forest shadows dwell.
sinnaminsun 2005
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