Zoar pt 4 – a poem series

Cold lay the way which grew warm afore

When sighted from far off like dark roads

Leading into wherever home lies laid out

In wreaths of magic, made maudlin dreams.


Ice has grown in my beard, frost rime

Spread as do all creeping things, change

From those marsh style lands made

In the time before I entered, slow padding.


From the shadowy world I bare recalled

Come memories of a place yet unseen,

Unknown monster amidst quiet woods

Where slow glacial centuries move on.


A step into this frost bright world costs

Me in ways few mayst know bar those

Who this road have so far travelled down

To see what the path alone holds, cold.


The nature of mad fauna changes, shifts

Along with the slide from desert poisons

To hyperboreal scapes that surround

The winding path ahead, forbidding route.



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