A lost son

The hills
Give me chills
The trees make me wheeze
The cottage below
A tiny lamp glow

A Great stretch of water
A pearly blue altar
Significance magic spells everywhere
The palest of skies
And the dampest of air

Ethan we are looking for Ethan the boy
Lost on the moors
And all of the joy
Apparently smothered by
Mischief and grief
By the days he’s been missing
It’s beyond belief

The cry of an owl
A hooting refrain
Those old dry stone walls
Battered down by the rain
Shadowy forms from the windows I saw
A dirty great
Crack was right down the front door

Winter is here
The frost has been hard
No sign of the boy
They are searching, a word
Of advice tempers frayed
Great clouds briefly high
Now what occurred
Was a break in the sky

Ethan where’s Ethan
He was gullible he
Might have gone down the cliffs
And fell into the sea
The whirl pools and eddies
The sharp rocks as well
Those searching however
They know where he fell.

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