The cold, it descends. In winter, with darkened days Chilling all – bones, souls. Then a blazing reminder, Of beauty that still remains.
Screams deep in the night Awaken primal fears; long Buried memories. Walls offer safety, comfort – And loss of our feral self.
WILD Other rules apply, Of how you live, how you die. And yet I can hear, Sounds of distress, sounds so near Drawing me towards the wood.
THE CARDINAL Always I stop, stare That arresting deep red plume I know what is said A messenger from beyond I know not but I do hope