Dappled Sun
(15th Nov 2023)
Deep in the heart of dappled sun,
Where twisted arms of wood are spun.
Arachne's children cry before
A twisted heart, a rotten core.
My blood of sorrow, bones of sweat
Tell stories I must not forget.
The crunch of shattered hopes and dreams,
The roar of horrors never seen,
Are all the sounds that fill the air
Where shadows walk without a care
For those great wonders never done
Deep in the heart of dappled sun.














