Nephalem Poem by Magdalena Biela

NEPHALEM

One steps into the mud,
one leaf sighs,
for mud is an enabler
the original enabler,
the primordial ooze
in which the beauty
evolved
beauty is indeed
often in the eye
of the beholder.
who cries?
who is tempting?
Nephalem, do you feel it?
All around,
the colors linger,
fade away,
only the mud,
fertile
glorious
consequent
nourishing
aesthetic
waiting for a chance
to empower you once more.

Maria Magdalena Biela