Whisper's

By ancient art...

of Druid'n...

whose clever sense...

of every thing...

the footless path...

was found...

to henge all...

present tense...

to past...

all verdigrac'd design...

to deep and deadly...

secrecy was bound...

the olden days...

when Great Prydain...

would sing...

her poetry...

allowed...

is gone...

now ev'ry syllable...

is sealed beyond...

occluded mist's...

whose forest paths...

turn deocil...

all seemly same...

und widdershin...

if...

any soul in there...

be lost...

will cost it dear...

so silent the arcane...

and all your own...

the whispering...

yet...

of the trees...

be wise...

that one may learn...

the way's of god...

through nature's eye's...

and fear thee not...

the penitent are watched...

and saved...


Written by Bruce James Clyde 2015