The Dark Iron-Tree

North wolf-door belongs

To the Devil in songs;

The dark iron-tree

Born of dead-sky-sea

Fell through fire, slate

Thick boar-skull plate

And dragon-crest helm

Into the Albion magic realm.

Perhaps, as you say

There are things you should see

But believe, if you may

There are things you should not.

 

The old, underworld king,

In stone frame reflected,

As the grey crone, sings

Has been rejected.

The tide, at full flood, untamed,

The Shadow of Shadows, yet un-named,

You need to know,

Before too decent-late,

There are, perhaps, things

You should know …

Because, certain as fate,

There are things you should not!

2 thoughts on “The Dark Iron-Tree

  1. Oh, I love the magic of your words here! Wonderful.

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