Fallen oaks
or The Lonely Chant of Cernunnos
Once I sat
Amidst ancient oaks
Old when I was young
In a world of
Mists and lynx
Winding their way through
Shadows, wolf-howls
In moonlight and
Aurochs in the glades.
Centuries I sat,
Torque and antlers,
And when younger gods
Found belief
I received them with the
Grace of ancient trees.
Apollo and Mercury
Gave their respect
And men carved me in stone
Between them:
The Lord of Wild Things.
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Once I sat
Amidst my forest
That seemed to have
No end.
_
Until it ended.
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The aurochs and the lynx
The wolves and the stag
Hunted down by
Felling trees
The oaks are fallen
Like silence in
Moonlit glades
And I sit
On the dark-side of memory
In a world of
Metal and machines.
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Just another
Forgotten old god.
About the Creator
Roderick Makim
Read one too many adventure stories as a child and decided I'd make that my life.
I grew up on a cattle station in the Australian Outback and decided to spend the rest of my life seeing the rest of the world.
For more: www.roderickmakim.com
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