Druids
the underground tunnels that capture small intervals of light the shadowy passages that wind over lost crumbs of significance you chose this dark direction under wraps with each hidden layer of apocalyptic wonder do you really know what lies ahead in every labyrinth that the psyche endures druids walk up and down the walls of time with only one wish to see clearly.
Copyright © Chantelle Easterling | Year Posted 2016
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