Wilt
Thoughts like leaves on a tree Dying through age Often explore ones mind And wander alone Committing acts most foul Such acts as good and- Standing alone Alone Often explore ones mind Wander alone What causes acts so vile Committing good and evil These thoughts dig Deepest graves Almost like the great foreshadowing Of things to come for your grave In the end Much like walking The green mile Crumbling foundations Built in years
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 17, 2026
Through the oaken row Recollection of arrival Boreal shrouded In the cold Desolation Conjured thoughts Of old ways Feed the will to survive To strengthen the grip Of this harsh reality Drowning in the sorrow Acts to endure seem to The shadow looms Carrying a hopeless fate Efforts exhausted Cold death Lingering No matter the strength Of ones self Mortality Grows weakest
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 17, 2026
The leaves are falling From the old oak tree The ancient land weeps For its roots are coming undone The land of the old is wilting away For the frost of winter has come Frozen earth cries in pain Fall leaves Ancient land Weeps Frail roots Undone The land wilts away Frost graces the presence of Like an alabaster blanket A northern chill Freezes the prairies Forever frozen in time In time Surrounded by silence In the dead winter night A lone wolf howls Singing the moon into existence Enchanting The twilight To emanate its beauty The beauty of the old Causes despisal Of the new, wind caresses My body, deep breathes Feel as if lifes anew Deep breaths Life Begins Anew... Life...
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 17, 2026
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