Along a wooded path in forest of memory
There lies a knife-carved rune upon an ash-wood tree
Berkana, there below the silver rosaries
And the red-green-gold of falling autumn leaves
The dead leaves wet and slick underfoot, and branches bare
Cold greeting for the shadow of the memory’s traveler there
As he took a knee beneath the ash-wood tree, despair
For he found only bones in that forest of memory
Only broken bones, and silent nights, and empty air
- Author: Reivax Camlost ( Offline)
- Published: September 29th, 2016 08:26
- Comment from author about the poem: Some memories are best left forgotten
- Category: Unclassified
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