The Wilderness Dream Poem by Wolf the poet

Amidst the dark trees, the mahogany sway to and fro
The cold so chill, excruciating
I wanna tuck my coat in
To say no to this flu pre- develop

Our hands warm above the fireplace
Stories both past and present foretold
To pass the time as our bodies cling by the fire

Splinters of fire rise above the ashes
Rumour has that you can see fractures of your future within
In a twinkled eye moment our hands fold
And together we sing hymns

We fall to each other's arms
Our brains move to various farms
All in the name of fantasy
To illude the cold trouble
Which is nothing but a child's fable