WOODLORE
Kimeti, Doe
Descending
down grave soil
to rows;
a stranger to the moon.
Murmurs silent the spirit of the earth,
frightening and alone.
Shadows outreach
towards a kinship forgotten -
A stone heart -
Clawing at our heels.
Frantic hooves bray circles in the sand,
kicking fallen stars toward the sky once more.
They beckon.
Ascending the veil,
we sink below the dunes.
The trees embrace
and I
dissapear into the woodlore.
down grave soil
to rows;
a stranger to the moon.
Murmurs silent the spirit of the earth,
frightening and alone.
Shadows outreach
towards a kinship forgotten -
A stone heart -
Clawing at our heels.
Frantic hooves bray circles in the sand,
kicking fallen stars toward the sky once more.
They beckon.
Ascending the veil,
we sink below the dunes.
The trees embrace
and I
dissapear into the woodlore.
WOODLORE is a stoic, graceful Kimeti. She stays close to the outskirts, passing through brittle, dying trees with a low song in her throat. She mourns each turn of the earth as it surely means all creatures are another day closer to death...
Likes Singing for the Swamp, Rain, Solitude, Tree bark, Turtles.
Dislikes Childish creatures, Silence, When the swamp is shown disrespect, Finality.
Dislikes Childish creatures, Silence, When the swamp is shown disrespect, Finality.
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