On Lakni Hill

brittle phalanx protecting
the fading hills of ancient purity,
an archway

into another age, where
spirits were a sort of susurration,
and clouds, watchtowers.

being here now,
the murmuring continues,
but the understanding
has long since

died away

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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