Myth Retraced - A Dead Forest Index

I moved from further roads

Different ending towards the same

I’m miles in, past embankments

In repetition of graying gold

Myth retraced, cross the layers in your line

Myth retraced, cross the layers in your line

In standing of steeper rise

A return to the cold and heat

From the surface to the drop

Carried outwards into the half light

Myth retraced, cross the layers in your line

Myth retraced, cross the layers in your line

This hand’s outline

Erodes, erode

Blue hour, keeps time

Shadow, shadow

Embers collect

Goes out, goes out

From sand, to my

Shadow, shadow