whispers.

The woodland whispers, why do you come
Snow swirls, swallowing every word
We’re both the same, you and I
Limbs laid bare, scarred and scorched.
Cunning artifice
Into the still
Black boneyard
Emerge
Soar
The woodland whispers, why do you come
Snow swirls, swallowing every word
We’re both the same, you and I
Limbs laid bare, scarred and scorched.
Cunning artifice
Into the still
Black boneyard
Emerge
Soar