The forest black, stands barren and lifeless,
drenched in the scent, of cold emptiness.
Flowers once known for their alluring essence
are replaced by weeds, nightmarish in their presence.
They infest the forest, and wrap around trees,
and spread rapidly like a contagious disease.
Wolves cry out to the sunken moon,
lest they can avoid their impending, eternal doom.
“But eternal slumber cannot be avoided,
for a quietus is natural, and not like a void”
quoth the ancient forest,
full of wisdom purest,
“and in time will this darkness again, be lifted”.
and indeed the world is once again, but shifted.
The evil shadow cast by the moon,
is replaced by a sunspell and soon,
the earth feeds heartily on the devilish weeds,
trees regenerate at a remarkable speed,
and birds and bees swoon
over flowers that bloom.
They sing a beautiful tune:
“It is the time of the year,
which means… Spring is here!”
Hi all, I know I haven’t written in a while, but I am planning to be more regular again 🙂 This is my first poem in 2 months! I intend to write more poetry from now on, along with the odd article here and there.
Inspiration: ‘spring’ – a song by Wintersun