Exsanguination8

This Too Shall Pass - a Poem for the Goddess by Muse en Lystrala For this season too shall pass The water that trickled through our trembling fingers washed away down rivers of memory The leaves that tumble from the trees fodder for those that will come again in the freshly grown spring The sun in its zenith every moment older and always changing its color For so we too shall pass From moment to moment in joy and peace or anger and strife We too shall change our colors and become dust to feed the stripling plants that take our place laughing as they splash in the same rivers that bled away into the plain so many years before So we