Oberon

Not much to say about this one, as even I don't really know what it's about

Delayed as ashes birthing smoke

Your mouth relays a wicked line

Firm in stance with sunken eyes

Fists of talon and brassy lips.

Smirking widely, tall you walk

Into the blackened ray of dark.

Are you afraid?  O�"are you the

Same wicked fiend from all my nightmares?

Are you the death

Of all the hopes and dreams of

Those kind in this world?

You stride tarnished, sonorous steps,

Crush them, crush them underfoot.

They the dream of stardust gold

The falling stars of burnt debri

The small white elf drags down his feet

Glass piercing in his palms.

His shards, they descend

From a timbering, heightened peak

A shadowed and forgotten cry

He dies, he dies, he dies.

Reviews

[mjmccabe]

I feel like this is a multitude of the depths of your own imagination. While it may not have actual meaning or inspiration, consciously, i got through it thinking that it was so finely crafted it organized itself. I enjoyed the read and the images.