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Wake of the Willow
Written: June 30th, 2026 for a contest sponsored by Seth Pina Underneath a veil of midnight choke, A peaceful recluse is drifting loose. Hungry roots in ghostly boots, As blood-red clay morphs to gray The winter cries from weeping skies, Heavy prayers distilled tears. A gleam in moonlight, a dream in sight, The stars have bled where breath is dead. Its sinewed trunk is deeply sunk, Through ruined soil where shadows coil. Raw winds can snap a broken jaw, As trees run deep to hide a sleep. Most sorrow a faded ghost now, Reach out and touch a dead shore. Underneath this clay of black decay, Lost bones will scream and sigh. A dying pulse makes night convulse, Where fading sparks collapse to dark. A requiem blows low with icy glow, As blood seeping scars mock the stars. Confess your sins where spoil begins, For wood can hold the bitter cold. Its trapped voice leaves no choice, When winter’s wind proclaims it sinned.
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