poetry

Free

the mists among the trees hide the unknown
as I run through the forest, feet touching the black ground
the red pool fills itself with crimson water
the howling in my mind restless and untamed

the freedom calls, a deep yearning
the ghosts haunt me, running by my side

the last that lives forever
the unbound and unbroken

The mists among the trees cover the branches
their song reaches me among the roar of the wild wind