The bleakness lately hints at coming
autumn sadness / that with the cold mist's scent
a pale ghost travels

Swirling, softly among the tangles roots
In whispered steps, across the dead leaves
and the icy dew

A silent forest hid a myriad paths
Breathed winter's deaths / stood summer's epitaph
A dull reflection of the leaden clouds
Its late stole colour from the skies above

One quiet morning, a raven's murder
Cawed chilly death in murky lake waters
There was a name, but it had washed away
Was there a scream? Unheard it was in vain...

Adrift, distorted grimace and a former self
A sightless face whose eyes were pecked away
The pale mist that had embraced the shoreline
Like bloodless skin
draped over silent horror

Onwards - no start or end
The water ebbs the river bends
Once hidden underneath black boughs
The leafless fissures in the sky above

Once framed by willows
In the water seeping
A bridge, a gaze, aghast
A child weeping

But ever onwards and at last
Into the omoot, a stone cast
It makes here a ringing sound
Of unprobed depths for the river's drowned

Receding down and beneath the roots
That draw the water for the towering woods
Into the lightless depths - drowning
No more was heard but the water's running

Drowning
Drowning

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