I should have found a way out
of the Dolomite Forest just by tracking the
sound of something Haunted

Fitful winds carried the groans of old
growth chafing on old growth
across this little isle made of stone

I seem to only remember god in nature
as if she is the only true miracle made

With each of my steps, I witnessed the
ground splinter into fragments of bone.
Giants, buried beneath a violet
dotting of skullcaps along the cliff side.

I meant to persist,
to keep down the hall of
mosses, into the maw of this tomb

But just when I found my compass,
the stars abandoned me.

Heavy mist glittered
as it caught the beam of light
pointing my way home

It was in this silence it became clear that
all along it was my fault
that I lost you