The Moon had risen. The world
slept under coal shroud
the night threw from the sky.
And only the red lynx
was following Cold Wind
in wish to catch him up.
The lynx got Wind on slope
and they danced a strange waltz.
They vanished in the leaves,
which were engaged by waves
of airy icy mantle
behind exhausted Wind.
The forest sank in rustle.
The Wind’s adroit shuffles
helped him to free again.
Two strong dishevelled beasts
were running through the grid
of trees uneven branches.
They left the autumn lands,
proceeding with long dash
among sky bondless hall.
Strong chill caught hold of pads.
The autumn faithful slave
slowed down and lost in fog.
by Thea Ariss
30.09.2024
The autumn night lullaby. The Kingdom of Mists
© Copyright: Тея Арис, 2024
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