Trailing red blood on white snow,
a shadow walks beside the pine tree rows,
faceless, spiritless, mass of bones,
roams from the realm unknown,
a shrill, chilling song it cries,
strong echoes that break the ice,
no footprints left after,
limping forward and faster,
away from all the worldly fears,
as the past draws near,
the shadow disappears........
3 comments:
Wonderful words and a perfect match to the picture.
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This is really cool!
Naturalistic morphing into expressionistic feels to it...and mystical last lines 'as the past draws near,
the shadow disappears........' go to read again
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