Author: wiggins.da

wisdom

among ancient stones, wisdom resides,

majestic peaks, like sentinels of time,

their weathered faces hold the answers

of a thousand suns and endless climbs


skull

beneath a ragged cloak, in the grip of autumn’s darkness,

this grim tale unfolds, a haunting sight to witness,

a figure with a horse skull, a spectral form of dread,

wandering through the chilling night, collecting souls for the dead


snuggling

in the garden at dawn, a gnome so small,

snuggling ‘neath a mushroom, cozy and all

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with a sparkle in his eye, he dreams away,

in the first light of day, where dreams still hold sway


candlelight

under the soft candlelight’s  glow we tread,

each flicker, a truth unveiled, in shadows spread

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into the thick where darkness laments and sighs,

paradox deepens beneath the starlit skies

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on this dim-lit trail, until the rising sun


party

∴ in woods’ deep twilight,

a lute’s wild chords resounding,

creatures gather close

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moonlit party takes control,

chaos beneath night’s bold cloak


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