A drop,
warmth that's fleeting
Then,
the open road

Looming rocks,
they hide the trolls
Fairies guard forbidden roads

Trees are sparse
in this evergreen
Water roaring as it plummets
valley's glisten in a distant dream

Our feet here
never touched the ground
Open
did we float

A spirited dream
of dispirited souls
Asleep as they glide
Colliding into shades of night

How bitter then
our mornings
Through cold misshapen
bent and spent

Needles in a lovers den
Feeding evils thinking they were eagle's wings