Experience Tumblr Like Never Before
The feeling of regained humanity pervades the maple grove,
As branches rustle in the evening light - glinting golden,
their music pleasing dissonance, a swift breeze blows
over the horizon, blotting out lurking shadows.
Knives of love cut wounds that bleed ambrosia,
for what is the taste of ambrosia but the derisive emptiness
of a secret forgotten?
Faded flowers lay waste, that once were wreaths of worship
on altars sacred. At sea one instant, fragmented and lost,
on an isle the waves break unforgiving, and by the shore,
Robed in the receding Mist of dawn, towering and dense stood
The Maple grove, an unremembered grave of forgotten secrets.