Dying world

Autumn sun,
autumn mist
- the world is dying.

 

Grey cloak of death,
Grey clouds of silence,
Pale sky.

 

Close,
So close,
Dark clouds
No sun, no warmth.

 

A wood of barren trees,
Empty,
Naked branches,
Silent hills.

 

Brown leaves,
Orange leaves,
Dead already,
Burning on the ground,
Covering the barren land.

 

Orange leaves,
Falling, falling,
Dancing
In the skies.

 

Grey skeletons of wood,
Undead forest
A sea of magic orange,
Floating in grey endlessness.

 

Enchanted forest,
Breathtaking in death,
Cold and starlit nights,
White trees against the sky,
Black rocks against a dead sea.

 

Anchors of barren trees,
Islands,
Fragile,
Filigree,
Spreading their leaveless
Featherless wings
Into the grey.

 

Ever standing,
Ever growing,
Ever dying,
Ever creating
The brown flames dancing
Around the barren stumps.

 

Silence,
Covered in a blanket of clouds,
Grey waters flowing,
Silver streams of
Cooling light,
A word,
Robbed of all the brightness,
Robbed of vivid colours.

 

Surreal,
And yet the most
Enchanted lands
I’ve ever seen.
Fading like the Elves do.
Grey clouds,
White sun,
Silver waters,
black rocks,
Barren trees,
flames of orange leaves,
fading to dead brown.

 

The beauty of the dying world.
Of fading colours,
Of sleeping days,
Of pleasant silence,
Gentleness.
Slowly fading away,
Falling asleep,
Enchantment,
Dying magic.

 

Fall asleep,
My world,
Fall asleep,
Dear nature.
Die for me –
To be reborn next spring!

8.11.07 14:15

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