I will weep at the advent,
Of the setting Sun.
Swinging from the wallowing willow,
Leaves kissing the edge
Of the riverbrook's glean.
Leaping from the crackling branch,
Skipping over the dappled stone path
Into darker beings.
Embracing the careless evil
Of twittering Faeries and
Flighty will-O'-the-wisps,
Swallowed by the forest beyond.
2d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 11:57 PM UTC
I will weep at the advent,
Of the setting Sun.
Swinging from the wallowing willow,
Leaves kissing the edge
Of the riverbrook's glean.
Leaping from the crackling branch,
Skipping over the dappled stone path
Into darker beings.
Embracing the careless evil
Of twittering Faeries and
Flighty will-O'-the-wisps,
Swallowed by the forest beyond.
