Dark does this mirror speak, Through an endless torrent running. Long have seers of old stood before this deep river running, Listening to endless murmurings of the Earth. Each one, wiser than before presses a fur coated palm to the ground, Sensing vibrations deep pressing in with all senses bare. Here upon a plateau of … Continue reading Winter Prophecy- Michael Erickson
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Feathered Secrets- Michael Erickson
Boots click and crunch upon crusted waves of freezing snow, Echoing upon dying secrets of this now-empty street. In the night pools of light shine out against the present cold, Wind hisses through brooding gloom combating the inevitable dark. I alone see who stalks upon this lonely highway, a figure of callused leather, Cloak pulled … Continue reading Feathered Secrets- Michael Erickson
Hesitation in Gold- Michael Erickson
Each day upon this shining scene, I see you staring across each green living thing. Fixed by your stare I stand upon a mountainside, Wind tossing clouds to and froe. I would reach out to you with a hand to hold, But you've already escaped this scene. Eyes now unfocused looking not beyond me, … Continue reading Hesitation in Gold- Michael Erickson
Away From Home -Michael Erickson
Gone are the grasses so lush and green. Their roots dive deep searching far below. As flaking gold letting each tree go. I leave this place with soul disheartened. Whispering Autumn speaking in an ear. Rustle heartstrings beneath falling tears. I long for home. Now surrounded by this shifting grief. I dare not go but … Continue reading Away From Home -Michael Erickson
Shifting Amber- Michael Erickson
Follow me 'round the ends of this Earth, Upon outstretched wings of gold. Rest upon a bed of fresh down, And forget the coming sleep of ice. Bask in glowing leaves so burnished, As crisp Autumn's breath kisses your cheek. Lose yourself among these walls of shifting amber, Let go each laden woe. For now, … Continue reading Shifting Amber- Michael Erickson
Wanderer-Michael Erickson
I'll n're forget your wandering heart, Ambivalent to staying still. I'd find you standing upon the threshold, Bare skin warming to the rising sun's glow. You'd look upon the horizon, As one who'd lost a great love. And I stood by watching you go, As a poplar tree watches a stream flow. Now my room … Continue reading Wanderer-Michael Erickson
Rising Death- Michael Erickson
I will not be forgotten, As those of drifting dust. Bones resting within their crypts, Beneath layers of peace unending. This will not be how I go, Words to be forgotten upon new fallen snow. I call upon my darkest parts, And touch these names of stone. In deepest graves so carefully laid, With Fire … Continue reading Rising Death- Michael Erickson
Wood of Yew- Michael Erickson
Sing out oh blades of jet and glass so hewn, The bell tolls our final doom. With symbols drawn and lines thus curved, The Beast is called for mortal men unnerved. Our darkness binds as goodness falls, Inner gates crumble beneath foul witch's gall. Bells upon the water scream, Voices call within the deep. Rush … Continue reading Wood of Yew- Michael Erickson
Bone Glass Spell- Michael Erickson
Twisted bone of fashioned walnut, Tethered together with string. Wrap this little wicker-man tight as sinew, Dangle him kicking over a sting. Stoke the fire with fork of cedar, Bring the blood to boil. Add a wanderer's hair for a pinch, When moon has grown too full. Rake his frame across the yew, Then drop … Continue reading Bone Glass Spell- Michael Erickson
The VVitch Amelia- Michael Erickson
Threaded am I, Part of a greater fabric twisting this world together. Hands of death weave me between strands of life. A tool in the grip of a master, Child's play for an eternal Queen. A Queen that waits for no man, But only for the soft whispering of Gaia herself. As do I beneath … Continue reading The VVitch Amelia- Michael Erickson
