“once burnished”

copper halls of bark,
wolf home – stalk
metallic heartbeats
through undergrowth,
rusted, all broken pale
shades of blue and red.

“Ruined Halls”

The ruined halls run whispers
in sad circles around me.

The people lost, the names dropped,
called out for a listener.

An age of outcasts outcry
for a justice never meant to come.

A league of liars leap
to pledge a help dishonest.

A tribe of temples tell
a thousand souls to pray.

but every voice means nothing.