An Arthurian winter.

An Arthurian winter.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Who stepped on
the Arthurian leaves
of autumn falling?
Who enters the Pagan's circle
but the devil himself -
the new era of old age
where legends
are no longer forged
just old ones die.

© 2020 andrew mitchell


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Added on December 6, 2020
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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