Darkened Days Under White Mists Underhill, a dark nest broken only by shyful darkness peering inside brave against gales beyond doors pale at tales from lands far removed from this Dale your crown wears. pales have fallen across the ways lands corrupted by darkened days coming forward from warm nests unto white mists in a shroud mess lantern hung before as gone by watching as all about decays no dragons to slay no men to conquer all castles lay in ruins just bricks strewn aside in piles, by pikes, by iron moving on until unable to see spirits thicken around in a sea fog of dead clung on until lost fallen off the road into a hovel to discover a grotesque foster the squabb shrieked lightning in a roar, bolting for the door legs sore, from a mighty soar, mists clinging to the whole being in debt to time to retreat to the comfort of the hole, underhill home shadows rising from the mists figures of stature changing distortion mind bleeding eyes cry from sight they let out a wail horrendous balling on the ground begging for them to away 3/19/22 – Andy McRae
Month: March 2022
Statue to Time
Statue to Time green, mossy covered stone dulled grey statue to time stand alone, yet amongst the copse of grand trees a forest forever on the edge of silence. to travel under passes and over ancient bridges the land then opens upon a vast visual of brown bark and green leaf. seeking out the stone coming very far from home only to discover, that this statue is naught but rock. 2/15/22 – Andy McRae
Signals
Signals
Beyond the window lays a peppered darkness
now past the sun’s day, a land's corruption by
a lack of color, flowers with the spots of light
greens and reds, yellows, give speckles of life
to a night time devoid, and neon writes away
the fear of loneliness in the dim world void
of any people, directs one to the warmth,
a gathering of humanity, a bastion in the dark
man’s fight against the darkness, against night
by bringing back some of the lost light.
2/28/22 - Andy McRae
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