Burnt Orange December Evening

Jason78

the rusty steel chair
resting in the woods alone
glows in the blaze
of the sunset

a fiery throne for ghosts forgot

men and beast
have filled it's seat
with spirits not lost
nor short of defeat

merely passing and pondering
at a world at their hooves
and feet

the body's always searching
but only the ghosts know
the answers we seek

and yet both
are being

rollings

very, very, very cool

Jason78

Thank you so much! Especially from you rollings.