Woozle of the woods
Red-black slinks through brooding cloud layers,
Silky sunset frames the treetops.
Arching branches bearing heavy white burden
Dazzle and dare the wary walker to enter
Deeper into Direwood.
Beware the icing-powder tracks
Silver sunbeads in the waning light
Reflecting tiny star stratum
A billion ancestor watchmen
Calling.
Heavy feet
Falling.
Reaching for the eerie voices
But going nowhere
Up this icy treadmill.
In whistling stillness I see him there
Beckoning.
The woozle of the woods.
Dark green eyes of fire the centre
Of graceful black silhouette
Entrancing.
Dazzling and daring me deeper
Into Direwood.
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