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Tendrils of Loss
Mists floats up from the ground
as the breeze dies and moonlight
shines through the sickly trees
reaching hauntingly toward
the darkness covered by vapor.
Owls screech discordant—
melancholy echoes trace the edges
of the lingering wisps hanging
despondent for the lost light
trapped under the wet haze.
Unseen the wolf's howl laments
the coming storm—it sees the aftermath,
the feast laying at its paws.
Death comes with the winds escape,
for its hunger grows insatiable.
© Hesher John
as the breeze dies and moonlight
shines through the sickly trees
reaching hauntingly toward
the darkness covered by vapor.
Owls screech discordant—
melancholy echoes trace the edges
of the lingering wisps hanging
despondent for the lost light
trapped under the wet haze.
Unseen the wolf's howl laments
the coming storm—it sees the aftermath,
the feast laying at its paws.
Death comes with the winds escape,
for its hunger grows insatiable.
© Hesher John
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