The Mists

Another repost from DA ( http://dindellathedefender.deviantart.com/art/The-Mists-POEM-429297810 ), so you guys can see it here.

The mist gave in like a fading tide

And all that's left was nothing meant to hide,

But still it seems that time wishes to fade

Into the back of winter and trodden days.

Walk not where your feet cross the path,

For fear there will evoke the wrath

Of the hands that feed you bittersweet

And seduce your eyes with freshly laid meats.

The call of the willows bury you into the night.

The time is not, the dark is right.

And if you breath just a little too deep

The mist will find you when you sleep.

Sing softly, so softly, my dear tattered friend,

It's not yet time to let this end.

Hear the willows join the chorus of birth:

"There is nothing left of this Earth."

Author's Note

I will almost never explain what my poetry means, since I don't want you to follow my meaning of it. The meaning is entirely up to you and I'd love to hear what your translation is, why it means something to you or why it doesn't. The more in-depth the better, but that doesn't mean you have to write something really long and depthy if you don't want to. I appreciate any and all reviews. <3

Reviews

[Mel Lisa]

you have such a unique perspective to your work. love the ending here! another good read. thanks for sharing:)

[Dindella]

Ah, thank you! ;u; I'm glad you like my poetry.