Whispers in the Bark.
In the roots of this enchanting tree
You chose a life of mischief and decree
Tears, corrode the ancient bark
This path leads to the dark.
Alone, in this dynasty you closed your eyes,
Despite hearing the fairies cries
.
Projections of facing the lights,
Dancing in the midst of Fables and sprites
.
You conjured your name and proclaimed yourself king,
You, the feather of the same corrupted wing.
Sylphs awaken, gales arising, ready to strike,
To restore what was once lifelike.
© L.B Rheaven
You chose a life of mischief and decree
Tears, corrode the ancient bark
This path leads to the dark.
Alone, in this dynasty you closed your eyes,
Despite hearing the fairies cries
.
Projections of facing the lights,
Dancing in the midst of Fables and sprites
.
You conjured your name and proclaimed yourself king,
You, the feather of the same corrupted wing.
Sylphs awaken, gales arising, ready to strike,
To restore what was once lifelike.
© L.B Rheaven