‘The Weight of Wings in a Dark Forest’
The Lady of dust and woods, creates thoughts in dreams, upon the weight of wings in a dark forest.
Thoughts that shimmer and drape, silk white aether, on the cindered soil of forgotten leaf dust.
She, the one they call when shadows no longer follow…
Unfolds for a presence of primal sovereignty, grand and hallowed;
A sure force of wings that are never lost-
Create a stirring of storm sound, as the winged soul takes flight
Upon the last golden arched stream of light,
To be swallowed and silenced by the dark forest