A Song Of Emerald

 

Not long can I recall –the shape of the forest

But a daydream in a bed of ferns

As a nest of ecstatic tendrils

Took knowledge of my form

 

Faint whispers in the nursery of orchids

How swiftly it rose in flames!

Hide and go seek the flashing grottos

Their tangled channels -a Pierian Spring

 

A gift of Toth –my willing tongue

Swollen embers,

Swallowed whole.

Storied programming in Theta

Vital ghost –thrice born!

 

In singing your name –I paint my blood

Resplendent like crystal

 

I’m here!

I’m already dead!

I’m dancing in your footsteps!

 

A Song of Emerald

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