baritone.

i feel
the gloom
of this place;
it swallows
my face
with a vague,
grey shadow.
even in the
brightest light,
the corners
slowly darken
and narrow.

the waters
feel calm,
but it is
like the
wind is
whispering –
a perilous,
harsh and earthy,
baritone.
do not be
complacent.
the fire is hot.

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