Oak In The Mist
Morgul Blade
You appeared like an oak in the mist
Fleeting, yet there all along
I captured but only a glimpse
Ensnared by what I saw
You left in the quiet of autumn
As do the leaves of the oak
You left before dead of winter
Before men can shield their hearts
You left me alone in the forest
Forlorn as always I’ve been
Crippled by dreams and delusions
Leaning against the old oak
