Felled trees as dragons made of earth,
With roots like dog’s paws begging..
And fern-strewn footpaths falling down to sea.
I am you and you are me in codex skies.
This druid’s beard is draped and matted like the bloody maine of a mirror priest.. the sickle cuts deep!
The cat and the wolf be torches in the night..
The dead and their stones casting shadows in the day...
And the answers are written on them all.
