Take The Path Of Frost

The trails divide in the deceitful forest.
Denial walks along the coupled path.
Existence explores without a compass.
It finds the eye of an evil cultist.
It spots it bowed down full of wrath.

It is taken all at once as fair and square.
And buyoffs imaginably control pretension.
As things go, the grass grows needing care.
So by nature, as long as we're in despair
an old hollow-eye is paying attention.

As a consequence, the coupled paths match
in the footprint's sad denial.
It checks the X ahead to watch
still alive as dreams attach
wavering what it is for awhile.

I'll explain the rest with a whisper.
In parts unknown, for eternity onward:
The trails divide within a mirror.
Denial walks now even nearer
to a warlord, old and withered.

By James Dye

Category:

Entertainment

Tags:

• Deceit
• Denial
• Existence
• Occult
• Wrath
• Pretension
• Care
• Nature
• Warlord
• Eternity