Death Spell Unbound

The sage sits in a denuded forest where ‘green’ foliage once towered Knots a ‘thread’ of his hair through the eye of the parched pine needle Of his ‘heart’ that shivers in the ashen lightness of smouldering fires ‘Breathless’ he collects ember before rain sets out to seek its revenge Lone ‘birds’ shed feathers of dry tears embedded in scorched plumage ‘Fathomless’ they refuse to embrace naked exposure of truthfulness ‘Silence’ grows as they fail to flap wings in futile departure from rage A ‘beautiful’ landscape has scarpered escape routes barely conceived One de-rooted ‘hair’ stands out from the skull bone of human inferno ‘Dark’ like lost causes it delivers a savage message to the blinded savant 21st February 2020 Ten word challenge on the theme of death thread heart silence hair beautiful dark green birds fathomless breathless