Weirwood;

Blatantly inspired by 'A Song of Ice and Fire', the book series.

              Ghostly faces in the olde bark,

      Rubies of sap running red and dark

                                   White and grey as ashen snow,

                         Fingers curling gnarled like olde bone. 

                              Palm pressed against the grain 

                                               Of an obelisk, a monument

                      Silhouetted against the the sky again,

My hands as cracked as the tree they had met so well with.

                                             So I knelt hand on knee

Whispering a promise and a prayer to the graying tree,

                             Requiescat in pace I said to its grace

                            As my eyes met darkened earth,

                             Consciousness seeking a higher place,

The olde gods, the deadwood, and a colder hearth

      Where I decanted his name as I looked upon his face.  

Reviews

[saratogaparty]

"Whispering a promise and a prayer to the graying tree,"

This part totally reminded me of The Giving Tree.


(In a good way.)

But, of course, I'm going to have to agree with everyone else. Your imagery-- amazing.

[creativequill]

Absolutely wonderful imagery, descriptive words spot on, I loved this piece

[Jimi Brady]

Thank you so much. :)

[creativequill]

Anytime :)

[Adam Lebzo -RonninWarri..]

Very powerful words and imagery, fellow musician!
liked very much

[Jimi Brady]

Thank you, sir!