Spiralling waved grass
Pertaining Ancient Forest
Warding far Fjords lie as…

Come Wintertime
Those cold nights are back again
Forest cover
Come Wintertime, may die
Come Gaia Swordance
Come Nightfall over forests loved

Ancient Oaks cry
“Det Som Engang Var”
Arms cut back by time, greed
Channel; Power
The eerie

Toward labyrinthine within
From the first day
Above the cold lake
Where no light hath shone
Except for the moon
The unknown souls, silencing
The feeble screams
Autumn leaves whisper
Beyond Northward, beyond Ice
A siren calls, frozen

Within the realms; this dying sun
A flooding portrait of night sky
A final work; metamorphosis
The transformation of gods
Worship me?

Vegard Vindheim ©2013

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