I see shadows in the distance,
They follow me.
Tired memories polluted with drink and darkness.
A mist ventures from shadow to shadow,
it falls and rises
As poison presses deeper into the veins of willow trees.
A smile that lingers on the lips of a fairy
hides and sings
“Dance, dance with me.”
Spiders fall from dead leaves
Onto ground scattered with thorns and blood.
The naked feet of a traveller
Blisters with hate
As the song of the hopeless
drifts further into the forest.
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