Tag: tanka

highland path the soft frost blankets impaled cadavers

lifting her veil the moonfolk bard sings to your purse

field of blades a cut in the flesh at every turn

the divine red gold extinguished in ash grey

drums and lion dancers the gloom grows with the beat

baby steps the pale mist scattered in the dark

from the forest with love cold winds and the rain eternal

noon sun missing curious the wild boar peeks from bushes

the rain pauses for a bit and falls harder every time

of a time before preserved on film memories on replay