Cryptic Winds


Death-obsessed -- dreams of finding this place of eternal rest

I wander the woods of the north
I follow these cryptic winds

This forgotten pathway through the over-nourished oak leads me to a monolith

Spectral visions.

A place that once thrived -
Ancient and beautiful as it was

The throng danced under the moon
Ceremonial drum and the sounds of the forest filled the night sky

Torment.
Immolation.

Weeping women and children through times of war.
A civilization reduced to ash

Deeply distraught and dazed, I walked towards the stone where I find my initials engraved.

This forest is now my tomb.

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