Alder and Birch

Take the whispers woven through the wind
And brush the ruin off my skin
Fractured light is slicing through
Resolves that echo less than true
And the slippery earth that winds around
A hope that’s lost in the churning ground
Cries foul to a leaden sky
That bleeds a mist falling like a sigh
Bitter is the dark and blasted dirge
Smashing screams of chaos merge
From shadows of life lost in the search
Remain nothing but etchings of alder and birch