Words from the Whispering Woods: VI
It's not about the supernatural or the unknown, but I deem it worthy of the WWW series. It just fits the vibe.
"OCTOBER"
October 2009
Prologue of frost:
Echo your cold-aged word
Between sweet bare wood,
Being disrobed
As you begin striking down
Its millions of veils.
Harvest wind:
Refresh my skin
And break my sweat,
And whisper stories
Of Pagan dances
And mask-hidden ghosts.
Crimson woods:
Set my path alight
With your blazen canopy.
What has remained
Of your fiery veils
Is my warmth and solace.
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