You must login to vote
Leaves, shattered and brown, fall down
At my feet. I hear them crunch as they die
Beneath my shoes. Wretched old leaves.
The path winds sharply, seducing me
Like a witch. I walk, arguing with the breeze.
Flowers watch me from above, whispering
About me. Trees glare at me, hissing.
And the leaves pierce my cracked shoes.
Why am I being judged? My eyes shout
Splinters of anguish, glistening like dew
On the wet ground. Stop enticing me
Whore. Go your route, and leave me my murky way.
I taste your craft, your acrid breath
Your leaves split my fingers, and they bleed.
Servitas a Periculum
Servatis a Maleficum