©2023 michael raven
he is ruin waiting in the wood starved and alone skin and bone walking winter a wraith in his winter home hungered, playing games with his pain dancing refrain, deep within a shadowlands lost manitou lost man winter comes and cuts to his core
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The haunting imagery here is melancholically beautiful!
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Thank you, Aaysid. Glad you liked it.
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A powerful piece, Michael, reminding us that we are all, ultimately, alone.
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Some more alone than others.
Thank you, Chris.
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