Howling Aberration

A Song carried through these woods,
Howling on the wind,
A screaming susurration
The trees, whisper with its words;
A Hymn for the fallen,
lost and dead love

Hearts sprouted thorns of anger
Lashed to fervor by tongues - barbed.
And the Beast did raise its head
Braying with rage and keening mourn
To take root in fields of sorrow

This world dies as the child within watches
Withering, Betrayed and left barren.
Denied the peace of ultimate ending
For the dawn breaks anew,
Feel its breath whisper through lungs
raw and naked, born from death
Entwining Marrow and soul
Promising return from desolation,
with its lingering kiss;
A fresco of creation

Poem written to accompany this piece