/lit/ - Literature

Hey, e/lit/es

This is my first swing at poetry, can you guys take a look?

-Anodos-
The light now fades, a sad night falls,
And expanding shades grow thin and tall.
A young man knows what must be done
As all light leaves and dark has won.

He starts to walk through hill and dale
To do what he must or else he fail.
The oak leaves crunch with fallen stem
As his dark black boot walks over them.

All dark now, but in light of day,
Those crunched up leaves were gold in fey.
These colours by noon in crimson hue
Show by dark a deep black blue

A dead wind from the South carries the sound,
All birds hide or batter down.
All things hide, or fear the wrath,
The waste of man; his prideful laugh.
But this one differs, his silence stays,
To hurt not land nor trees nor bays.