Golden Apple
A golden apple trembled
Beneath the sun's last light
As the chill began to settle
The wolves grew restless
And woodland creatures hid
The world was changing
Revolving endlessly
Fear blossomed in my heart
Standing beneath a tree
The first caw of the crow
The last caw of the crow
In the sun's dying light
The river shimmered
Before my amber eyes
A frightened creature
A setting so quaint
A feeling so desolate
A burning desire to scream
A raging desire to flee
There is no escape
From the glowing eyes
The prowling panther
The slithering snake
The lounging lion
Eyes all around me open
The eyes of night
Serenaded by owls
Their sonnets of sorrow
My heart beats
Like a volatile drum
I'm the golden apple
That fell from the tree
Copyright © Christopher Goss | Year Posted 2016
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