The Color of Alone
A couple thousand years ago
he drifted off into the deepest woods
they sent out a search party of the millennium
the years went by the trail had overgrown
even the blood hound packed it in
as the case turned ice cold.
Throughout the withering centuries
there were hints and fleeting glimpses
rumors blazed bright then quickly fizzled
conspiracies flourished then abated
blame was nailed into innocent faces
while the guilty and godless sashayed away.
The people prayed and prayed till faith turned to stone
false prophets came with pocked wisdom
the stars turned gray and brittle as bone
In the deep woods
forest bird choir sang the color of a deep alone.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2025
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