The Black Throne

All this thick green darkness is bright with birds,
Their songs drift on through leaves, they slowly shift
All the whispering of the light above
Sudden streams join their choir, their voices rushing higher
And yet the shadow of dark times lies
Reticent yet
At the trees' feet
And feathers grow monstrously dark in my cowering mind's eye
It seems that, from me, crows fly
Their wings painted black with my fear of an awakening, perhaps it nears
Footsteps stain the fallen leaves
My grey shadows seem to breathe
For themselves in this green avenue
If these old, whispered stories are true
I conquer these grey swirling beings for you
Pale light echoes from me
Banishing the dark

Somehow, it feels as if my destination aches inside me
Some salvation caught like a candle
Under my skin



Credits
Writer(s): Giuseppe Tria
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