Brackengloom 3

A cry splits night, both beast and fire,

The forest trembles with latent desire.

Brackengloom stirs, its mimic sway,

Veiling the god who dreams away.

Beneath the stone, the heartbeat thrums,

Brackenflare stirs where silence drums.

Those who wander, lost, alone,

Hear echoes older than flesh or bone.

All that breathes... will be returned.