An hour before sunset
mist-banded fields wheel towards
the forest away.
The Covenant Man I fear.
Twilight at noonday,
but it had happened before.
The Covenant Man I fear.
This sorrow came often,
to be taken by a dragon
into the welcoming glow of home.
The Covenant Man I fear,
before the cold hearth,
in truth, it is not well.
The Covenant Man I fear.
I have no idea what I'm doing
But the Covenant Man I fear.
I saw your tiny text... this is a very well written poem, I like your repetition. It sounded like some sort of magic chant when I read The "Covenant Man I fear" parts.
ReplyDeleteWell done. I like it this way.