The Old Ones

Shapes loom in the mist.
Be they trees? Or be they the
Old Ones, returned from

Another time, on
The hunt for sacrifices
That are long past due?

If you liked today’s poem, there’s more where it came from! Check out Tuesday Daydreams and A Song for All Seasons for more of my poetic ramblings. Happy April!

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