By Blackest Hood and Sharpest Scythe

3.4.2023

 

Having cleared the woods

 

Lost

 

I’ve stumbled unto

A plot of land

 

A bone garden

Tombstones

In full bloom

 

A plot of land

A land of plots

At the beginning

Of the end

 

I’m greeted

In the mid of night

By blackest hood

And sharpest scythe

 

An enemy or friend

A junction or an end

 

From this gardener

A test

 

What brings you here

It’s not your time

You’ve had your beginning

But it’s not your end

 

To the gardener

I’m lost

 

My compass as my guide

Sought true north

To me, it lied

 

So in a night

Pitch black

As black as your hood

And in a night’s

Cold snap

As sharp as your scythe

Into the night

My back

Stabbed by winter wind

It followed me

From today’s begin

Unto this dark and solemn end

 

Please point safe way

With scythe-less hand

And on my way

I’ll leave this land

This land of plots

This plot of land

Until life’s light and warmth at hand

 

Having cleared the woods

 

Frost

 

I’ve stumbled from

The plot of land

 

The bone garden

Tombstones

In full bloom

 

A plot of land

A land of plots

At the beginning

Of the end

 

As guided through

The starless night

By blackest hood

And sharpest scythe

 

From the gardener

A friend

A junction from an end

 

I find my way

From blackest night

From coldest winds

With the sharpest bite

To lively warmth

And clearest light

Into your arms again