Layers

Blank Verse — Modified

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sound muted by strata of cold topaz
the forest, sotto voce, augurs decay
a fearful portent of bleak boreas
the flutter of crimson, a talisman
so evocative of a primal joy

and a fated enmity of a wage
paid charon for his melancholy toil

A take on the basic human emotions, how they layer — their simultaneous complexity and simplicity.