Ancient Systems

The creaking sway of trees

Restless in the gusting wind

The rattling of leaves

The cold has heartlessly done in

 

A shiver starts to emanate

Straight from my modest spine

More alone than e’re before

Amidst sounds undefined

 

Some phantom creature scrambling

Clung to a brittle bark

The sky is throwing shadows

To welcome in the dark

 

The obdurance of nature

Plainly can be felt

An organic sort of savagery

Coldly cleanly dealt

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