Black shape of light
As the beginning of time reaches out
The pestered demon awakes amongst roots and rotting matter
Alone he is the possession of life draped in heavy cloak of
anger and hope
A chord-less tune of rattling branches in the wind of the
dark hills
Stone crushed to gravel under his sore feet
To see the shadows
Heavy laden with millennia of patience and understanding
Deeper breathing takes him higher
Leave no trace
The short reach for a lifetime of willing
Dead mass comes to life
Roots reaching for bedrock
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