Savage Winds

AgingWings22

Awakened by the sounds of wolves and hounds.

A moving presence battering walls and doors.

Such primal images, thoughts, the winds do stir.

Swirling intimate and brute through defenseless branches.

North, south, east and west within lives a beast.

Morning light hidden behind mists of rage.

  • Author: AgingWings22 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 5th, 2022 21:45
  • Category: Nature
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