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Submissive, I bare the depths

weighted by retrospect 

rooted to face the heaving rays 

Though bound to black, my soul ablaze 

coiling back to winter gone, denying doom

of ancient rites and swirling moon

shrouded beneath the forest floor

dying leaves wilt as I crawl

water seeping low

inky barren earth claws out

to taint my flesh

hidden behind bracken walls

an aged hag in hooded shawl 

wavering a brittle bone 

to guide the way to nowhere. 

Reviews

[ANM]

Like this it tells of mystic times old times that still exist! We all are going somewhere though we do not always know it! Nicely written!