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The bleakness lately hints at coming

autumn sadness / that with the cold mist's scent

  a pale ghost travels

Swirling, softly among the tangles roots

In whispered steps, across the dead leaves

  and the icy dew

A silent forest hid a myriad paths

Breathed winter's deaths / stood summer's epitaph

A dull reflection of the leaden clouds

Its late stole colour from the skies above

One quiet morning, a raven's murder

Cawed chilly death in murky lake waters

There was a name, but it had washed away

Was there a scream? Unheard it was in vain...

Adrift, distorted grimace and a former self

A sightless face whose eyes were pecked away

The pale mist that had embraced the shoreline

Like bloodless skin

  draped over silent horror

Onwards - no start or end

The water ebbs the river bends

Once hidden underneath black boughs

The leafless fissures in the sky above

Once framed by willows

In the water seeping

A bridge, a gaze, aghast

A child weeping

But ever onwards and at last

Into the omoot, a stone cast

It makes here a ringing sound

Of unprobed depths for the river's drowned

Receding down and beneath the roots

That draw the water for the towering woods

Into the lightless depths - drowning

No more was heard but the water's running

Drowning

Drowning