Sunday, 26 December 2010

Home

Father, I am gone today
Did you miss me while I was home?
The fairest doe led me away
Before so much was borne


All the hills have eyes, she said
The swaying trees have ears
Trust in me, and no one else
Or it shall end in tears


After years of dust and spider's silk
Dark streaks flicker, shadows linger
The raven's call, the dragon's whimper
Echo in the forest ground


Shifting in the gathered leaves
Betwixt the branches yew
The moon rose bright; I watched, and sighed
And heard the howling wolf


And wondered what it was to try
And meet a friend or foe
That more than once had trotted from here,
And slighted the darkest doe

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