Submissions by Eruvaar

for when the red mists rise from the void,
and swirl among the twisted trees,
along with the sands of time,
emotions will melt and soak the cobble stones,

as the Lady in Green counts her pearls,
bones of children litter the hills,
a wolf hunts down our shadow,
past's perfume leaves its taint on the wind,

rivers of gold the veins of the mountains,
the dead leaves murmur in the Old Tongue,
forgotten gods cry from the depths of oblivion,
strumming the four strings of the seasons,

we've all heard the Song of Time, ...