I found myself, delivered, succumbed to a bright hue upon the path. Eerie sounds of echoed footsteps, paranoia utopia as hair on the neck stands. Descending downwards into the dusk grey road one such curious and wonder,

Lust of fire red leaves, yellow hue of landscape but yet thou wonder. As I begin to submerge this cloak of wilder oblivious wonder, so many of thoughts stir and ponder. Only just these few that pass in courteous degree, the symphony of wildlife surrenders. Just after passage of darkness sets into impressionable minds, for at last within isolation I decide, nor wonder what lies ahead the dim growing path.

Perhaps a answer, perhaps the bellow of wood night mourn,

I take this path forever amour.

Starring blank as my eyes grow a sunder, the cross roads seem comfort and provide wonder.

Leaving all of doubt aside,

Sink deep with me my dyer's bride. Copyright 2016 - Ryan McKern