Tamquam Phantasma

A phantom like a mem`ry ris`n

from depths of the blackest of hues;

it mutters words I shan't depict

for its words were all but chilling,

and not a man had been willing.

A phantom like a tempest tide

laying foot upon the lakeshore,

coal black fluids dripping, flowing;

it wrought a force none might abide

that man shan't live, but come nigh, die.

A phantom like a silver moon;

direwolves on a prowl nearby,

their blazing eyes upon its wraithe;

they eye it as a pleasant boon,

a precious stone, a shim`ring rune.

A phantom like the winter storms;

rampaging, striding to and fro

with hail and snow like wisps of fire,

like scythes that ravage wheat and corn;

o, how a phantom's wrath is borne!

A phantom like a mem`ry lost;

lost in the waves of space and time,

lost like a boy outgrown of cries...

but all along this phantom's cause

has doomed us all for foolish hosts.

Folia

birthed squalling 

against a gale,

small as a tyke,

no two alike;

a spring green child

swaying against

a wayward wind

yet lives so mild;

lady mother

ever coloured

beautifully,

very deftly;

coloured by her

spring green children;

her darling brood

that covers wood;

however by

the unfateful,

orange autumn,

came a sly bane;

her innocent,

spring green children

reposed aground,

grouped in a mound;

she fed in grief

on their gay souls;

their innocent,

wee, spring green souls;

in the winter,

lady mother

mournfully yards

against blizzards;

solemnly, she

remembers all

her innocent, 

spring green children;

she seeks to rest,

to fall asleep,

hoping to see

them in her dreams;

she wakes up tired

to morning light,

yet welcomes it

with great delight;

to misfortune, 

she did seem to

forget her late, 

spring green children;

she gently raised

her wooden arms

toward the sun,

like vict`ry won;

and soon, and soon,

she birthed one,

a small, green chap:

a spring green chap;

and along with

the weary thought

of all her late,

spring green children;

she's lost thoughtless,

the wretched fear

of losing them

all but again--